A golfer’s ball
landed on an extremely large anthill. Instead of moving the ball, he decided to
hit it where it lay. After a mighty swing, with dirt and ants flying through
the air, the golf ball lay exactly in the same place. He swung three more times
with the same results. Two ants had survived the onslaught. One dazed ant asked
the other, “What are going to do?” His fellow ant replied, “I don’t know about
you, but I’m going to get on the ball!” Getting on the ball, can express escape
from several things, but we most probably relate it to the unwanted wrath of a
supervisor or boss. It has its own chat-speak acronym, GOTB, which also covers,
“Get On The Bus”, meaning get on board or you might get left behind. Anyway,
according to the Urban Dictionary, to get “on the ball” is to improve ones
present performance. “Tom is too lazy. He needs to get on the ball.” “Whoa!
This job is scheduled to be finished by noon tomorrow. I better get on the
ball!” As a side note, because it’s NASCAR season, the only sport still true to
itself, and where one still gets paid for ones personal performance; I think it
was Junior Johnson, NASCAR driver, car owner and crew-chief, who once told
driver Darrell Waltrip, “Boy! You best get up on that wheel…” meaning he didn't think Waltrip was using the full potential of the car. He needed to go beyond
what he was doing and squeeze every ounce of performance out of the car and
himself. I think American’s have lose that will to “get er done” so to speak.
We’re waking up victims of the day before and looking for someone to blame for
our own incompetence. And if we can’t find someone to blame, alcohol, drugs and
violence have become a perfectly reasonable substitute. If, as a country, we
don’t get on the ball and lift ourselves out of the selfish irresponsible
cesspool we’re in, we’ll not only loose what’s left of the family, we’ll also
loose what’s left of God and country. It’s time GOTB.
An old evangelist was
discussing life with another man and how he might improve his lifestyle. “You
know” answered the wayward fellow, “For a long time now I’ve been aiming to do
that.” “Well” said the preacher, “quit aiming and start shooting.”
[Jeremiah 8:4-22] No
matter how hard some of us might try, we can never get through this life alone.
We not only need one another for physical support, we need our Creator for
spiritual support. No one knows me, like me, and I don’t want you to know
everything about me, because you won’t understand. And, no one knows me like
God knows me, and He understands. Most birds sleep perched on a limb and do not
fall. When I sleep there is no rhyme or reason as I move around on the bed
occupying several positions throughout the night. Birds don’t fall from their
perch because of the unique way God made them. The tendons in a bird’s legs are
so constructed that when the leg is bent at the knee, the claws grip like a
steel trap. The claws will not let go until the knee is unbent. How can we
become the person God intended us to be? With a bended knee that will not let
go of God. How will we escape the perverse generation in which we live? On
bended knee. When the winds of temptation, trial and tribulation blow; when the
storms of heartache and illness threaten, bend your knee and grip the grace of
God. As we look at the age we are living in, (v.20) “The harvest has past, the summer has ended, and we
are not saved.” It’s time to get on the ball, to be responsible for our own
actions. It’s time to bend our knees and ask God for guidance and wisdom.
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