I’m pretty sure March Madness is more anticipated than Christmas for the teenagers in our house. They love this season and are faithful to decorate with brackets constantly strewn about. Plus, we all fell madly in love with UVA when Will went there for his MBA nearly a decade ago. However, given a very unusual string of events, all five of us went to bed at halftime of that wretched game. I was in Florida with the boys, where Dub was swimming in a national meet (can’t stay up till all hours and swim well), and Will was at a board retreat for work, with Saturday meetings all that next day. Even though I normally love underdogs, it wasn’t terribly joy-inducing to wake up to that twenty point loss. What in the world?!?
But I am totally loving Sister and her Final-Four-bound Ramblers. I love how the players hug her after each win. I love how remarkably well spoken she is. I love how the coach claims the glory belongs to God.
Tomorrow, churches around the world celebrate a high point for an underdog. Jesus, who was rejected by his own hometown, was paraded into Jerusalem like a king on Palm Sunday. Yet not a single person present at the triumphal entry could’ve guessed how the week would play out. The praise and adoration turned quickly to chants of “Crucify him! Crucify him!”
But maybe we crave the underdog victory, in part, because it’s a reflection of ultimate truth. The humble man on the cross, who was born in a stable and lived a modest life? Yeah, He conquered death! And I know what an undeserving piece of work I am. But I am loved beyond measure and am not only cared for in this life, but I get to spend eternity with the Lover of my soul. It’s incredible news for an underachieving, sinning underdog like me.
For the wages of sin is death; but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 6:23
Free is good, especially when you have no shot at earning it. I hope you too cling to this amazing victory!