If you are fan of the University of Alabama and/or the Atlanta Falcons, 2017 didn’t start off very well. A last second loss at the national championship game and the Super Bowl melt-down could wreck your day, mess with your mind, rip out your heart, force you to look for someone to blame, or cause you to say words your mom wouldn’t like.
Perhaps disappointment is too mild a word. AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH might be better. You can always try: “We’ll get ‘em next time” or “Wait til next year” or “We wuz robbed!”
The mild-mannered, sensible, “what’s the big deal?” crowd will say things like: “It’s only a game” or “grow up” or “why don’t you care about something really important?”
I get it. Disappointment isn’t fatal – it just seems that way. I know what ‘fan’ stands for – fanatic. We do get worked up about things that get more attention than they should … maybe.
Webster’s defines disappointment: “To leave unsatisfied; to fail to meet hopes or expectations.”
We all experience disappointment. It hurts. It hurts when our favorite team doesn’t win but it really hurts when a relationship goes south, or when we feel unwanted, abandoned, taken for granted, or when life becomes cruel and unjust.
Paul wrote to Christians in Rome when the heat was on. It was tough to live out your faith when there was so much at stake. The trophy he talked about was far more significant. Try these out:
“If God is for us, who can be against us?”
“Can anything separate us from the love of Christ?”
“We are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.”
Sometimes it helps to remember what team really matters.