See You There?

I’ve never met him, but I can’t help but like Lionel Rodia. He is a middle-aged man from Philadelphia who is a die-hard Phillies, 76ers, and Eagles fan. He also possesses an uncanny ability to maneuver his way into prestigious sporting events—like the way he got into Super Bowl XXI without a ticket--and once in, he slowly but surely lays claim to some of the best unused seats in the house.

His crowning achievement occurred during game 5 of the 2008 World Series. He initially found himself sitting near the leftfield foul pole, but it wasn’t long before he made his way to the Diamond Club section and enjoyed the rest of the game two rows up from home plate.

As good as “his” new seats were he wasn’t satisfied with remaining in the stands. When it became evident the Phillies were going to win the game, thus clinching their World Series title, Lionel began plotting a way to join the players in celebration. He stood up and followed a tall and important looking man all the way into a special room where he found himself in the company of Bud Selig, several other men in suits, and the World Series trophy. Lionel then fell in line and followed them onto the field where people continued to assume he was somebody affiliated with the team. They gave him a championship shirt and even placed a lei around his neck while he high-fived players.

As the Phillies transitioned their celebration from the pitcher’s mound to the champagne-stocked locker room, Lionel decided to go with them.  He spent the next several minutes in “fan-heaven” spraying champagne into the air and celebrating with his beloved heroes. He flew under the radar the entire time, except for when his buddy saw him on television in the locker room and asked, “Is that Lionel?!?!”

While I understand some of his actions may be considered questionable, I actually admire his boldness and courage. Lionel wasn’t content simply watching the celebration; he wanted to taste it for himself. He endured the risk of being drug off the field by his underwear strap, just so he could participate rather than watch from a distance.

Isn’t it easy to feel like we’re a spectator in life—like we’re on the outside looking in? We sit in the stands day after day and watch our heroes do great things. As for us, we think, I’d love to do that… I just don’t see it happening.

I’m convinced that is not the way God sees the situation. He is authoring a story where you play a significant role. You are His masterpiece for a reason. He has loaded you up with priceless gifts and talents, and He invites you to put down the peanuts, squeeze your way past all the other spectators in your row, and follow Him to the field where the action is.

Think about the dreams and desires in your heart. Where did they come from? Are you being a good steward of what He planted in your heart? Do you really even need Him while you're sitting on those hard, undersized seats? You may think you’re waiting for God’s timing, but is there a chance He’s the one waiting for you to display courage?

Sure, there is risk. But, I’ve heard there is quite a celebration brewing.

Hope to see you there.