Our team is not pretty. We’re the rejects. We have all the players the world wouldn’t take. We’re small and pitiful. We have little talent. We’re simply out-manned in this contest.
But our Coach is not ashamed of us. In fact He could not be more proud. While we struggle, with blood and sweat and tears streaming down our faces, our Coach stands on the sideline beaming from ear to ear. He cheers and praises His team urging us to keep going.