It is a memory I will long treasure. After months of practices and an undefeated season we stood with our six grade football team on the fifty yard line circled up on the middle of the field. We had a prayer meeting. Young boy after young boy prayed asking for God to be glorified in the championship game.
I will never forget those young boys. For three grueling months we practiced HARD. We hit. We ran. We pushed blocking sleds. We practiced plays. We did football drills We worked on hand to hand combat drills. And we won every game except one and we tied that game in double over time.
Those are only part of my memories. My favorite memories are the ones that took place before the game or after practices. After practices we circled together and I taught them a Bible truth and we prayed. We dedicated our season to God and played for His glory from the first practice to the last game.
In the championship game we played the team we tied earlier in the season. Two great teams playing as it should be. Twice our young men had goal line stands to keep the other team from scoring. They played like warriors. We talked about Eleazar, one of David's mighty men who fought so hard against the Philistines his hand froze to the sword.
Our boys played so hard they left their hearts on the field. At half time the score was 0-0. In the end the other team mounted one drive where they scored. We lost the game 8-0. Our boys wept but I couldn't have been prouder of them. They played like little warriors and all through the game I heard them shouting on the field, "Glory to God." I would not trade that for all the championship trophies in the world.
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