“Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life, to which you were also called and have confessed the good confession in the presence of many witnesses.” [1Timothy 6:12]

From an early age, I saw that sideline sports were not my thing.  I wanted to participate, to play the game, to struggle to win, or to know the despair of failing yet holding the hand of hope, looking to the next game time.  The sideline was not for me.  However, over the years and through the seasons of life, I have found myself watching as if from the margins of my own life and seeing as slowly, but surely I have moved, slipped or on occasion been shoved into the outer circle of life.  Almost as if to learn the lesson of how to play the game, one must move from the center to the edges to truly know wisdom and the purpose of living.

The complexities of life accomplish the sifting, shaping and forming of objectivity until simplicity stands quietly alone on the sidelines.  Viewing life from there has the advantage of peripheral perspectives and gives such wide scope of collectivity to the human struggle it leaves man with the reality that the center is not to be found except where he is.  Once reached this center can no longer be moved outward, for the center is the place where life stands like a sentinel, no longer reaching for its place within life, but having found the abundant life within.  What blissful peace and glorious blessedness it is to be the center of one’s own existence through knowing the ultimate link of Divine unity and the necessity of human obscurity.

Further Reading: Galatians 2:20-21; Colossians 3