In elementary school, my friends and I played sports during nearly every recess. A team captain usually picked me somewhere in the middle; nobody wants to be picked last. Most of us did not care which team we played for; we always played our best, knowing that new teams would be chosen next recess. Playing to the best of one’s ability could mean the difference between moving up or down in the picking order.
|Picking Teams – photo by Todd Dailey c. 2009|
I recall one boy, however, that did not play with us regularly, who always wanted to be chosen by a particular team captain. If his favorite did not choose him, he would make a fuss, and then play, sort of. He would not cover his assigned opponent, and would block his own team-mates.
God, the best captain, has chosen us for his team. He calls us by name, like Samuel, Philip, and Nathanael, but we have the option to actually play for his team (1 Corinthians 6:12-20). We can live united with him in his resurrection, one with his Spirit, and as his temple, or instead be led by our own unprofitable desires. The body is not meant for sexual immorality, but for the Lord, and the Lord for the body (1 Corinthians 6:13).