When I was around seven years old, I started playing YMCA soccer. Soccer is a tough sport for kids that young and we were, predictably, not very good.
I recall that we would often be so scattered on the field that, without realizing it, we would try to take the ball from our own players.
When this would happen, our beleaguered coach would yell across the field: “Same team! Same team!”
He hoped that we would stop, understand what is going on around us, and play with more awareness and teamwork.
In work, in family, and in the church, we could use someone calling out that we are on the same team. If we are mired in pettiness or turf battles, recalling that we are on the same team can give us the energy we need to get close enough to love.
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