When Losers Win


It’s been quite a few years ago, but there was once a high school football team facing a tough season. With barely enough boys to make a team, they still played to win every time their cleats hit the field. And they lost every single time. Sure, they could have quit in discouragement, but none did. It took humility to face opponents week after week knowing they were outmanned. The score never reflected the heart of that team.




Opponents may have called them losers, but they were winning in ways no one could see right then. Now those boys are grown men. They have become successful in careers—working in varied places as different as they are. The never-quit mentality from their high school football days helped make them adults who won’t walk off the field of life. They have been resilient in challenges, and have been willing to work extra hard, not just when it was needed, but as a routine life skill.


This group of “losers” were winners without knowing it. They were training for life during that losing football season. They played their hardest and ended up winning a strong character and a non-negotiable work ethic. While winning is nice for a season, losing can bring bigger rewards later.




Heading back to the locker room after another resounding defeat must have been humbling. But for this group of boys, they became humble enough to do it again and again. Now they tackle the world—where the real Game of Life is played.  


 God tells us how it will eventually be: The humble win. 



“God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble.” James 4:5


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