Jesus’ team isn’t made up of all-stars. Instead, He chose me, and you too.
I’ve never been good at team sports, especially if they involve a ball—catching one, kicking one, throwing one, hitting one, dribbling one. Big or small, dimpled or stitched, cored or inflated, if it’s a ball, I’m useless. I grew up topping golf balls, dropping baseballs, fumbling footballs, netting tennis balls. It was like I was a slapstick comedian, paid to bumble, except I couldn’t help it. I dreaded just the thought of playing any game that required even modest skill with a ball.