by Max Lucado
After I did my part at a conference in Boston, I did something very
spiritual: I went to a Boston Celtics basketball game. I couldn't
resist. Boston Gardens is a stadium I'd wanted to see since I was a
kid. Besides, Boston was playing my favorite team, the San Antonio
Spurs.
As I took my seat, it occurred to me that I might be the only Spurs fan
in the crowd. I'd be wise to be quiet. But that was hard to do. I
contained myself for a few moments, but that's all. By the end of the
first quarter I was letting out solo war whoops every time the Spurs
would score.
People were beginning to turn and look. Risky stuff, this
voice-in-the-wilderness routine.
That's when I noticed I had a friend across the aisle. He, too,
applauded the Spurs. When I clapped, he clapped. I had a partner. We
buoyed each other. I felt better.
At the end of the quarter I gave him the thumbs-up. He gave it back. He
was only a teenager. No matter. We were united by the higher bond of
fellowship.
That's one reason for the church. All week you cheer for the visiting
team. You applaud the success of the One the world opposes. You stand
when everyone sits and sit when everyone stands.
At some point you need support. You need to be with folks who cheer
when you do. You need what the Bible calls fellowship. And you need it
every week. After all, you can only go so long before you think about
joining the crowd.
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