My seven-year-old looked adorable in his basketball jersey. It hung down way past his waist, but he didn’t care. He was too excited for his first day of the basketball program through our YMCA: skills assessment day. He was one of the most enthusiastic participants on the gym floor, and we cheered him on from the bleachers. My husband volunteered to coach one of the teams, remembering with fondness his own early days of basketball.
A week later we discovered that the program was unable to accommodate my husband’s work schedule, and they assigned our son to a team that would be practicing late on Friday nights. We debated our options: should we inconvenience our whole family and allow our kids to stay up late every Friday? Or should we ask for a refund?
In John 10:10, Jesus tells us that he has come so that we may have life, and have it to the full. But full of what, I wonder? How can we live a full life without using our full schedules as an outward show of our own importance and worth?
Sarah K. Butterfield 