I guess I have really been reflecting a lot lately, or been stirred by something else; im not quite sure which maybe it’s booth. A defensive end intercepts an errant pass out in the flat and finds himself with nothing but daylight between him and the goal line.  He turns around to see that there isn’t another player within 30 yards of him so he “coasts” into the endzone.  There isn’t any reason to hurry.  Immediately after crossing the goal line, he stops completely.  In those few moments, this player is realizing that all he has to do is reach the endzone.  What’s on the other side of the endzone doesn’t matter.

Life is NOT like that.  There is an endzone, but we don’t know where it is.  We can’t coast the last few yards because we might spend years doing that.  We can and should continue to produce and grow right up until the moment we reach the endzone. Besides, in the game of life, at least in my opinion, what’s on the other side does matter. Or do I have this all wrong?