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Our Five Minute Friday prompt for this week is:
I admit that I haven’t watched much of the Olympics (gasp!) … For one, we don’t have TV (gasp again!) — but also, I just know myself. If I started streaming Olympic events online, I would get sucked in entirely, and may not see the light of day until after the closing ceremony. And in this season of life, I just can’t afford that kind of hibernation.
It happened when I lived in Cape Town, South Africa, during the 2010 FIFA Soccer World Cup. Until then, I’d never been much of a soccer fan. But oh my goodness. The vibe in the country during that time was inescapable. I became soccer crazy. I drew up handmade brackets and taped them to our kitchen wall. We even borrowed a TV so I didn’t miss a game. It was ridiculous.
Then came the ultimate identity crisis –if the U.S. played against South Africa, who would I support? I’d lived in Cape Town for eight years by that time, but I was still very much American.
I held an internal debate for a few days until the scale tipped in favor of South Africa’s Bafana Bafana.
I may not have been one of hers by birth, but South Africa had adopted me as one of her own.
However, I did come to another conclusion — no matter what team we support, whether in the Olympics, the World Cup, or our son’s T-ball game, there are really only two teams.
Jesus said, “Whoever is not with me is against me” (Matthew 12:30).
There’s Team Jesus and Team Satan. We already know who wins in the end.
Where do you stand? Whose team do you belong to?
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