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Volleyball

September 19, 2019

September 19, 2019 • P. D. Haan

I like to play volleyball. Being on the court fills me with joy. It’s fun to be on a team, to work together and win the match. When things mesh, there’s a regular rhythm to volleyball that feels so good.

*Bump. Set. Hit.*

I love to play volleyball. I try to play several times a week. My team is my squad. I’m an outside hitter, and I love to spike the ball. When I do, I feel strong. There’s a driving rhythm to how I play that makes me feel powerful.

*Bump. Set. Spike.*

I live to play volleyball. I wish I could play every day, even twice: before school and after. Weekends too. My team is my family, even better than the one I live with. Each day I improve. I can block better, jump higher, and spike harder. And when I do, I often get a kill. I lead my team in kills. I’m their star. They rally around me. When I’m on the court, I’m alive.

*Bump. Set. Kill.*

I can’t play volleyball anymore. I messed up my shoulder. I try to watch my team play, but it’s hard to sit in the stands when I long to be on the court. I just want to cry. It hurts so bad. My former teammates mostly ignore me. Yeah, they still know who I am, but they don’t talk to me much anymore. No more fist bumps when I walk down the hall. I’m no longer a star. My bum shoulder took volleyball from me. I built my life on playing, and now it’s gone. What’s left? What can I do? What’s my reason for living?

*Bump. Set. Jesus*


Read Colossians 3:1-4, 17 and 1 John 5:20. Why is Jesus worth more than anything else? Why is it important to place our identity in Him?

Does focusing on Jesus mean we can’t enjoy other things? How can we follow Jesus using the gifts, talents, and passions He has given us?