A Heart Shift
On a crisp Friday night, the small town gathered for their weekly ritual. Bright under the lights, full moon shining, the players trotted onto the field, small white puffs of vapor rising from each helmet giving evidence of winters advance, only restrained by fall's last days. The season nearing end was building the noticeable pressure to win. The struggle through the fall had positioned the hometown boys for a playoff spot, the first in nearly 20 years. Leading the charge all season had been what had become a local phenomenon. A timid and cautious Junior had transformed into a record breaking, nationally recognized senior quarterback. Considered to be a top recruit every game presented opportunity for scouts to see him in action, from Florida State to USC.
Amid the chants and cheers, boisterously coming from the stands, the quarterback, focused on the task ahead and the win so desperately needed for a playoff birth and his future career in NCAA sports, was interrupted by an unmistakable look from a young girl in the stands. Knowing not who she was, his attention had suddenly been changed in an instant. The sounds of cheerleaders, the thump of news choppers overhead, and the yells of the crowd faded in a silver screen moment. Their eyes met and time slowed to a crawl. As well known as he had become in this small town and even around the nation how could he have missed such a gorgeous girl in the school hallways everyday? Why had she not found her way to him? All those things however didn't seem to matter because he had one thing now on his mind, what is her name and how can I meet her.
The movie moment was cut short however as his running back gave him a hard slap on the helmet and the team began their pre-game warm ups. His attention however was not so focused anymore, his mind kept wandering to the stands where she was sitting trying one more time to find that moment to let her know he took notice.
The game that night took a different turn. It seemed nearly every pass was a little off the mark, handoffs were sloppy, and defenses that he had seen on tape a hundred times looked confusing and different than expected. Not only had the crowd noticed, but so had the coach, which he realized as a time-out was called from the sidelines. Huddled with the offense the coach began chiding, "Where are you tonight, kid? We need you out there?" All of which was background. He had noticed that the young lady moved from her place in the stands. The rest of the time out was spent glancing from the coach to the stands looking for where she may have gone.
Heart shifts. They happen everyday and in the most unexpected places. Once committed to a day before the Lord in service and worship one finds oneself amid temptation drawing attention away from the task at hand. Focus is moved away from the Lord and the object of reflection replaces our relationship to the Father in a moment.
The trouble for many of us is how we handle these intrusions. Sudden shifts of the heart are not taken captive and steered back to a relationship with the Father, instead we act upon them and allow them to draw us away until we find ourselves wondering how we got so far away. Henry Blackaby writes in his study Fresh Encounter, "People can become substitutes for God. . . . Religious activity and tradition can become substitutes for a relationship with God. We can be busy going through the motions of religion and never experience life in Him."
Where is your focus? Do you find yourself far away from God, or maybe even just a little out of step? Go back to your original focus, return to your first love and find satisfaction in your life, the Lord God. Even the smallest event or change of attention can pull you away from your first love. Realize when it happens and put your mind back on the things above.