We know that we are children of God, and that the whole world is under the control of the evil one.–1 John 5:19
Last night, the Boston Celtics won their seventeenth NBA championship, going in a single season from one of the poorest teams in the league to the pinnacle of success. I’ve been a Celtics fan since the days of Larry Bird. Last night’s win struck me as especially sweet since it came at the expense of the Los Angeles Lakers, a team I have never liked, especially since their star, Kobe Bryant, showed himself to be–how shall I say it–something less than a role model for the world.
As the Celtics mugged each other on the floor of their arena and thousands upon thousands of Boston fans fell into utter pandemonium, my mind found itself fixed on a singular image: Kobe Bryant making his way off the floor, to where he could disappear into the locker room and lick his wounds. As much as Kobe irritates me, my sympathy went out to the guy as he bore the heckling and hilarity of the Celtic faithful.
We’ve all had those moments when we recognize ourselves to be in unfamiliar and unfriendly territory. A couple of years back, Southwest Airlines made an entire ad campaign out of this idea.
As children of God, we dwell away from home, in territory familiar but decidedly unfriendly. When I find myself fitting in to the present situation, like a Laker comfortable in the Celtics home, then something must be wrong. The day will come when I leave this place, when I walk off the court for the last time. That day will come, but when I leave the court, I do not intend to stroll off in defeat like Kobe Bryant. I will be a champion, heading home to a rousing welcome from the home fans.