By Cody Foster
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October 26, 2021
In my hometown, the varsity football game was a town event. The varsity field sat below the practice field, which was up behind the fan stands. There was a chain-link fence that boarded the practice field, whereas as a kid, I remember having my fingers clutching the chain-link to get a clear view of the varsity team marching down the field to score, all the while I was yelling for my favorite players. Not only were we watching, but we were active in our imagination playing out, with our youth football and our youth jerseys on the plays we saw on the field below. Nothing was causing us to stumble in imagining each of us as the ball carrier who scored the winning touchdown or the linebacker who forced the game-sealing fumble. Our imaginations were active; they flooded with the ideas of what could be without limitations. We were not shy to think the impossible because we hadn’t cursed by the wounds of failure, inadequacy, or self-doubt. We dreamed. As we grow up, we gain a more grounded relationship with the impossible because we realize our limitations, but in those limitations, Jesus calls us to be like a child. What does that even mean? Even as I write, I think how stupid to challenge the most significant leaders, pillars of faith, and adults who have seen a lot of life to be and imagine like children. But we need to return to the innocence of our youth. We must return to a time when we were not restricted by what we know but instead released into the infinite imagination space of God’s power. Our imagination will forever be capped by our perspective of the impossible. Let us return to the point when we trusted God to show up because we were not yet discouraged by the unanswered prayer. Once more, let us rejoice in the ability to play without worry because we haven’t been carrying the heavy yoke of responsibility for so long. Where does my imagination go? It will and continue to battle the negative thoughts that New York is a spiritual desert. If we allow our imagination to wander and ponder the question, ‘what is the best that could happen?’ Does your perspective shift? My perspective shifts to principals on their knees praying for their staff. I think of high school athletes gathering in clusters to pray. I imagine student sections at games storming fields to join prayer at the 50-yard line. I dream of every sport in Rochester to have a club/travel team option for athletes and coaches to have ongoing training and discipleship. We don’t imagine because the impossible has beaten us up too often. Our God has overcome the impossible and will continue to overcome it. For evidence, you don’t need to look any further than the empty tomb. When I was a young athlete looking down on the varsity game, I imagined myself as the ball carrier to score the winning touchdown. Now I am the adult looking over these fields seeing prayer announced over the loudspeaker, coaches leading athletes to Christ, and the future athletes changing the narrative that New York is spiritually dead. Because our God is greater, our God is stronger, and our God put the impossible to death so we can imagine.