One time in marching band (not to be confused with ‘one time at band camp’), I had a big trumpet solo. I’ll never forget it, it was one of the first games of the season. It was so hot, they let us wear white shorts and our gold Fort Payne Wildcat band shirts. It had rained earlier so the field was really slick. A slick field does not make for a good condition for one to run to the fifty yard line to play a solo.
Right before the big push in the song, I tore out running. I no more made it to the fifty yard line and busted my rump! My feet, both of them, slid right out from under me, and I landed flat on my butt, holding my precious trumpet high in the air! My younger sister was on the sidelines busting a gut hollering “that’s my sister!” That tiny space in time felt like an eternity. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.
Every time I think of that story, I think of this verse, Pride comes before destruction, and an arrogant spirit before a fall. Proverbs 16:18. You see, I was thinking I was “it”. Christa Cowart, trumpet player extraordinaire! And when we start thinking that the good in us IS us, sometimes God will let us fall flat on our rumps, just to remind us we can’t do this on our own.
That night, the band geek I admired the most, the one who preceded me as first chair trumpet player, was there watching. And even though, after the fall, I bounced back up as if I had a spring in my butt, and played beautifully, I cried for an hour after halftime. Not because my rump hurt, but because my pride was seriously bruised!
Know this, God may let us take a fall, but He’s always there to redeem us. He loves us so much, He wants to be the knight in shining armor who rescues us when we fall. Psalms 40:2 in The Message says, He lifted me out of the ditch, pulled me from deep mud. He stood me up on a solid rock to make sure I wouldn’t slip. That’s the kind of God we serve! A God who loves us enough to remind us that we need Him, and enough to help us back up when we fall.