I know it's cliche, but last Thursday, I got together with the ladies at church and we played BINGO!
Now, it wasn't just any BINGO -- the little pictures that we covered with our jelly beans had symbols of Easter on them. Nails, soldiers, folded linens, pierced hands, dice, that sort of thing.
So we were giving ourselves a review of the most amazing occurrence in the history of mankind as we played this game.
I was feeling pretty good about how my chances were looking. I had a couple different ways that my jelly beans were covering spaces near each other, and I thought surely I'd get to call out BINGO soon.
I sort of pitied the lady next to me. Her jelly beans were scattered all over her page. None of them were on squares anywhere near any other.
But she ended up calling out BINGO before I did.
And it occurred to me: such a situation is reflective of the awesomeness of Christ's mortal ministry and how it ended -- or appeared to end, but then...
He was supposed to be the Messiah, but there he was, hanging in agony on the cross. Surely some of his followers were worried that this was the end.
But, then came the Victory! Within just a couple of days, they were able to call out BINGO! HE WON! Even though everything had looked so bleak just a few days before...
How I hope I will remember this lesson, especially in those times of life when I feel scattered, headed for disaster, pretty sure I'm going to lose. Keep playing the game, Regan! Don't give up!
