What Are Your YAC Stats?

A long time ago, Pastor preached a message titled “End Zone Living.” From the title, you can assume correctly that he was going to compare a believer’s life to playing a game of football. As believers, we are up against an opponent who’s been on his game for 5000 years. He’s experienced; his plays are clever and his goal is clear. He’s Satan and he wants you on his team.

As believers, our lives are full of tackles, fumbles, and bad plays, but just like football players get 4 downs to move the ball down the field, we get several chances to advance also.  In order to keep the ball and continue playing, they have to advance at least 10 yards. Our lives come in increments too…sometimes we have a huge play that moves us down the field and other times, we fumble and stumble and lose the ball and have to wait for our opportunity to come again.

In order to be successful, a team must practice daily. The coach will often watch videos of the opposing team, to study their plays, so he can determine the best way for his team to play to win. As believers, our worship in church, our prayer time on earth, our relationship with Jesus, that’s our practice for our End Zone and we’d be wise to know the moves of our opponent so we can avoid flags that may set us back.

We all love watching a good game, and as exciting as it is to witness a long return for a touchdown, it’s more exciting to see someone duck and weave and avoid all the players trying to stop them from scoring. Yards After Contact…YAC stats…how far do you go after you’ve been pushed, pressed and pressured? 1 Timothy 6:11 says “But you, man of God, flee from all this, and pursue righteousness, Godliness, faith, love, endurance and gentleness.” Run from and run towards in the same verse…run FROM the opponent, make sure you’re going the right direction, running TOWARDS the right goal. Know your Blocker, know the One who is before you and behind you, the One who will defend you so that you make it to the End Zone. 

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