With that being said, I really wasn’t that great at poker. It was fun, I enjoyed playing with friends and, while it may have been sin, I still liked it. (That is by the way why we sin. We like to sin.) But, frankly, nobody would ever ask me to participate in the Poker World Series. I was a mediocre poker player at best. And that leads me to what I learned playing poker.
Play the cards you’re dealt.
Poker players don’t deal the cards or decide on the cards. They just play poker with the cards they’re dealt. My life’s verse is, “Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might…” (Ecclesiastes 9:10). That verse is comforting to me in that I remember I’m not the dealer. Sometimes I play the game well, much of the time I don’t, and most of the time the game ends in a draw. All I have to do is keep on playing as best I can.
I often tell seminary students that some of them will serve large and prestigious churches while others small churches, and that is rarely determined by their brilliance, gifts, skills or lack of the same.
That’s true. God determines the boundaries of our lives and does it with great wisdom and understanding.
Just be happy you’re in the game.
The principle is this: when a dog plays poker (or checkers, if that makes you feel any better), we shouldn’t criticize his game…we should just be pleased and surprised that he is playing at all. Besides that, “power is made perfect in weakness” and God sometimes gives a serious defect in poker playing to keep poker players “from being too elated by the surpassing greatness” of their game (2 Corinthians 12:7-10).
I once had lunch with a group of college students serving as summer interns at a large Presbyterian church here in Orlando. They wanted to ask “Dr. Brown” some questions and I was flattered that they did. Frankly, I really impressed them…until I spilled a full glass of Coke onto the lap of the woman who directed the intern program. She, of course, was gracious. The college students were kind and thought He’s an old guy doing the best he can. And the other people in the restaurant pretended that nothing happened.
God thought it was funny.
Evidently, he wasn’t as impressed as the college students were and decided to let them see what a klutz I am.
It’s just a game.
The game can be fun if you remember that it’s just a game. If you take the game or yourself as a poker player too seriously, it will drive you nuts. You can’t play poker and enjoy it if you’re too serious about it. In fact, the only poker players who enjoy poker are those who can afford to lose. High expectations about the game, about winning, about the other poker players or about your own poker playing can kill you. Poker is fun if you can afford to lose…or in this case, afford to be mediocre.
The game can be fun if you remember that it’s just a game.
Paul said, “For none of us lives to himself, and none of us dies to himself. If we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord. So then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s” (Romans 14:7-8). In Philippians 4:11-13, he wrote, “I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me.” In other words, I can win or lose through Christ who strengthens me.
Your Father deals the cards.
The really incredible thing is that the dealer is your Father and he dotes on you. Not only did God say about Jesus, “This is my beloved Son with whom I am well pleased” (Matthew 3:17), the same God says to you because of Jesus, “This is my beloved son or daughter with whom I am well pleased.”
During the summers when I was growing up, I was a “locker boy” and later a lifeguard at the city swimming pool. In the off times, we often played poker and more often than not, I was the dealer.
It wasn’t for my benefit…it was for theirs. Most people who work at city facilities don’t make much money, are not very good poker players, and really can’t afford to blow too much on a game. I fixed it so they wouldn’t lose too much or win too much. I managed—with my not insignificant skills at dealing—to see that each of the poker players (my friends) came out about even.
To this day, those guys don’t know I was their benefactor.
You know your Benefactor.
Now go take a nap.
I just read over what I wrote. It sort of sounds like I think excellence is a bad thing that Christians should avoid at all costs. Please don’t misread me. Excellence is a part of our witness and it matters…but not as much as you think.