Since he saw Steph Curry play, I’ve had to carry a basketball in the truck along with the skateboards he normally wears out.
Since he saw Steph Curry play, I get to freeze at the basketball courts as well as the skateboard park, as he enjoys both even in the dead of winter.
The problem with this is that he wants to play the game like Steph Curry.
Curry is legendary for shooting impossibly long shots and hitting them with astonishing regularity.
Thus, Trey is only interested in heaving up equally long bombs that rarely even hit the rim.
He’s too young, too small, and too weak from Lyme disease, to have a hope of consistent success.
Still, he enjoys trying.
He wonders if someday he can play in the NBA.
As a good parent, I gave him all the reasons why that will never happen.
There were enough reasons for this that he started nodding off during the lecture.
Thinking I had successfully quashed this foolish dream, he still had one more question.
“What if God wants me to play pro ball”?
He doesn’t, I assured him.
Because, of course, I know the mind of God.
That was when I realized that in that one answer I had sinned grievously.
We spend a lot of time telling people what God does and doesn’t want and what He will and won’t do.
We listen to dreams and we shoot them down with better accuracy than Curry could hope for.
We judge what God is capable of by our own capabilities, and in doing so create a God in our limited, puny image.
We deny that with God all things are possible, and that He is able to do exceedingly, abundantly beyond all we can ask or think.
Dreams for a child are like clothes…they grow in and out of them until they finally find the one that fits.
That is, unless someone already told them that God says it doesn’t fit at all…or that God hates dreamers.
I’m finding out that the child never completely grows up and dreams are not just for the young.
I hope the God of the Bible is my God and not the one I lied to Trey about.
I’ve got some dreams myself.
Keep shooting,Trey… and pass to the old man once in while.
He thinks he’s got a shot too…
Make your own application…