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How Big Is The Game?

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I’ve mentioned this before. More than once.

I really like football. Especially the National Football League.

Just like a lot of folks throughout the nation.

But is that a good thing?

Lately, I’ve been going through a period of introspection; asking myself why I do or don’t do certain things. Why is entertainment so important to me? And specifically, why is the NFL so much a part of my life?

How big is the game…to me? How about you?

In just a couple of days, two teams, supposedly the best two out of a league of thirty two, will meet to decide which team is the World Champion.

And finally, after 60 minutes of playing time, two hours of instant replays and commercials, and thirty minutes during which a typically bawdy halftime show “entertains” the viewers, the Lombardi Trophy will be presented to the new champions; the Super Bowl XLIX World Champions.

Why is it such a popular game? Why do I enjoy it so much? Again, just how big is the game?

American Football has been around since 1892, but its popularity didn’t really take off until after that first Super Bowl game, which was played on January 15, 1967. Since then, and especially over the last twenty five years, Super Bowl Sunday is one of the biggest party days of the year!

I keep asking myself, “Is America’s obsession with sports a good thing?” And, more importantly, “Is MY obsession with football a good thing for me?”

Has the big game become too big…for me? For you?

Can I love both the game AND the Lord at the same time? Can I actually skip watching the big game, and not feel like I’m missing out on something? Not mope around like I’m being punished.

What would happen if I didn’t watch the game, or periodically check the score on my smartphone? Would my actions affect the game’s outcome?

What would I miss? What could I do with the three plus hours I would save by keeping the TV off?

I might miss some great plays. I could miss a few funny commercials. And yes, I just might even miss fellowshipping with my football buddies.

And there’s always the cheerleaders and halftime show to consider. “But I never see the cheerleaders…” Sure, Mike, sure.

But what could I gain by not letting the Super Bowl become so super in my life this year?

I just may have an opportunity to REALLY connect with friends. Something beyond an occasional high five, or, “Hey, bring me some chips on your way back from the kitchen!”

Maybe I’d have time to really appreciate my wife, and not just the party food she prepares for the Big Game. I could turn the control of the TV’s remote over to her for the evening and watch something she’d enjoy, instead.

Who knows? Perhaps I would find the time to read and meditate God’s word. Have a minute or two to pray. Quiet my heart enough to hear the Ruler of the Universe speak to my soul.

Like I said, I’m doing some serious thinking about my love for football. As far as I can tell, football has never added anything of real value to my life. Maybe it’s given you a lot, and that’s cool.

But honestly, I believe I just may be able to live without it.

Maybe I will.

“Watch out! Don’t let your hearts be dulled by carousing and drunkenness, and by the worries of this life. Don’t let that day catch you unaware, like a trap. For that day will come upon everyone living on the earth. Keep alert at all times…” (Luke 21:34 – 21:36 NLT)

Super Sunday?

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“Party hardy!”, the fool yells. And before the night is finished, his soul slips into eternity.

“Let’s eat, drink, and be merry. After all, we all gotta go sometime; might as well go out on the high side!” This is the quote of someone who has never looked death in the eye.

“When I die, I wanna have booze in one hand and a babe in the other!” As if that’s an impressive feat. The macho man who speaks such idiocy will soon find his bravado melting into a pool of eternal sorrow; moments after he breathes his last.

“Hell’s gonna change when I get there! I’ve got some definite ideas how things should be run.” Can anyone be THAT belligerent?

“I don’t believe in God, the devil, the Virgin Mary, or Santa Claus, for that matter. I only believe in myself.” Spoken like someone who really has a handle on life.

“God fears ME! I’m the meanest #%!}|> in the county!” Sure. Right.

“My body is my god, and I’m going to let it enjoy every good feeling it craves.” Yes, there have been many who have espoused such lunacy.

The above quotes reflect the mindset of America’s party animals. “Live for the moment; be a party going someplace to happen. You only live once, so go for it all!”

Tomorrow is Super Sunday, the annual, all day super party culminating with the NFL’s Super Bowl. Much more than a football game; it’s America’s reason to party.

Super Bowl XLVIII (48).

I love the game, but I am grieved over many things that seem to accompany it. Not because they’re part of the game.

No, they are part of our society.

Drunkenness, gambling, prostitution and sex trafficking, domestic violence, and broken lives.

Broken lives. Many will wake up the morning after the big game with their world in shambles; some won’t remember why. Others will try and forget.

Some won’t wake up.

Yes, the commercials will be entertaining and fun to watch, and the game should be a good one; but to many, Super Bowl Night will be a night with eternity on the line. And that’s not funny, or entertaining.

Maybe it would be wise to take some advice from Solomon, BEFORE the game begins.

“Better to spend your time at funerals than at parties. After all, everyone dies – so the living should take this to heart. Sorrow is better than laughter, for sadness has a refining influence on us. A wise person thinks a lot about death, while a fool thinks only about having a good time.” (Ecclesiastes 7:2-4 NLT)

Think about it. And act accordingly. Eternity lasts an awful long time!

Handling Disappointment

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Just in case you don’t know me, here’s a little fact you ought to be made aware of. I love the game of football. Big boy football; the NFL. And, I am a HUGE Chicago Bears fan. Now you know.

Please don’t judge me too harshly.

I share that little bit of personal information because it will help you understand where I’m coming from. You see, in this post I’m going to write about disappointment.

Bears’ fans understand disappointment. They may not handle it very well, but they understand it.

I understand disappointment.

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