WE WILL ALL RETURN HOME WHEN THE COMPETITION IS OVER

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A father dispatched a little lad to rush to a restaurant and purchase dinner for him. Due to the necessity of the assignment, he was in a rush on his way out.

Unfortunately, on his trip home, he approached a football field where his friends were playing. He became very absorbed, began to consider the play, and gradually slowed down until he finally came to a halt.

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He observed for a long time and became enthralled, he became intrigued, and he expressed his want to play, and he was allowed. He walked into the field, leaving the food in the care of unidentified people. He completely forgot about his task and gave it his all. He dribbled opponents, created chances, scored goals, and completely transformed the game.

The ball was picked up by its owner when light faded. The game had come to an end, and it was time for everybody to return home to their dad.

After everyone had left, it slowly dawned on the child that he had been ordered to get food by his starving father. "I left the food with some people here a moment ago," he said as he headed to where he kept the food, which had already been consumed by goats and dogs. He expressed his thoughts.

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He gathered up the plates, but he's no longer delighted; all of the tournament's thrill had vanished; the spectators applauding for him had vanished; the players he was competing against had vanished; the ball itself had vanished; time had passed; those food outlets had vanished; he couldn't purchase another!

Feelings of guilt overtook him, and he painfully slowly trudged home, tears of grief and regret streaming down his cheeks as he hid in the darkness.

Friends question him why he was weeping and sitting in the darkness with empty dishes as they saw him! He had gone out with clean dishes, full of anticipation, only to return with the same empty plates, filthy and dirtied!
"Why couldn't he go home?" they inquired, and he said that his father would beat him. He was well aware of the consequences of squandering time. It's too late, it's too late.

Consider this: Once it's all said and done, we have a place and a Father to report to at the conclusion of journey in life.

Don't be sidetracked, don't enjoy when people are praising you for doing stupid things, immature things, senseless things, the bad things, especially sycophants, who are everywhere, in organizations, places of business, politics, families, and communities, and who won't be there when you have to account.
Avoid Disruptions; we've been sent here for a mission; the Father is waiting for us; this ball we're kicking around; as darkness falls, the owner will pick it up; the crowd will disperse; and we'll be left alone to return to our Maker and provide a report. What will you say to Him?