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How Big Is The Game?


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)

Locked Out Of Heaven?


Well, it wasn’t much of a Super Bowl game, was it? Unless, of course, you were a Seattle Seahawks fan. But even then, at the end of the night it was just another game.

Just another game.

I didn’t watch the halftime show. Instead, my wife and I watched an old Gomer Pyle, USMC show from the late 60’s. So I missed the Bruno Mars and Red Hot Chili Peppers show.

I heard about the “Locked Out Of Heaven” song. I was kind of curious so I googled the lyrics just to satisfy my curiosity. Oh my! The devil sure didn’t treat it like it was just another halftime!

Here’s just a portion of the words.

“Locked Out Of Heaven”
Bruno Mars

Never had much faith in love or miracles
Never wanna put my heart on the line
But swimming in your water* is something spiritual
I’m born again every time you spend the night

‘Cause your sex takes me to paradise
Yeah, your sex takes me to paradise
And it shows, yeah, yeah, yeah

‘Cause you make me feel like I’ve been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
Yeah, you make me feel like I’ve been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long

BRUNO MARS lyrics are property and copyright of their owners.
Copyright © 2000-2014 AZLyrics.com

With approximately 111 million viewers, those who planned the halftime “propaganda” for the devil had quite an audience. The prince of the power of the “air” (TV airtime gives the devil’s title an interesting meaning) certainly brought his A game to the viewers. Much more than Denver did, that’s for sure. But look at the blatant mockery of God’s love and mercy. Using certain phrases, such as faith in love and miracles, the heart, born again, and paradise to describe a sexual encounter is vulgar at best; at worst it mocks God, and deifies animalistic sexual behavior.

“Locked out of Heaven” isn’t really something to be happy about. If sex REALLY made Bruno Mars feel like he’d been “locked out of Heaven”, it wouldn’t be a love song, that’s for certain.

The words would describe something a lot different than sexual feelings or an orgasmic experience. Sorry to be so blunt.

If one is truly locked out of Heaven, they’ll discover Hell to be unlike any sexual thrill ever conceived by man! Even S&M encounters cannot compare with the Domain of the Damned! Hell is a place that throws no parties for its tenants, no orgies for its playful pretties, and there are no special moments for pleasure of ANY kind.

Do these words make Hell sound like a fun place? Words such as “wailing and gnashing of teeth“, “eternal torment“, “utter darkness“, “consuming worms“, “eternally separated from the Presence of the Lord“, and “the lake of fire that was prepared for the devil and his angels“.

I tell you what; if having sex is anything like “locked out of Heaven”, there sure wouldn’t be 7 billion people on planet earth!

Here’s the true gospel. Because of Adam’s sin, his disobedience and rebellion toward God, Heaven WAS locked. We WERE locked out of Heaven.

But Jesus came as our offering for sin.

“He was despised and rejected – a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief. We turned our backs on him and looked the other way. He was despised, and we did not care.

“Yet it was our weaknesses he carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down. And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God, a punishment for his own sins! But he was pierced for our rebellion, crushed for our sins. He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed. All of us, like sheep, have strayed away. We have left God’s paths to follow our own. Yet the Lord laid on him the sins of us all.” (Isaiah 53:3-6 NLT)

“He gave his life to free us from every kind of sin, to cleanse us, and to make us his very own people, totally committed to doing good deeds.” (Titus 2:14 NLT)

“And anyone who believes in God’s Son has eternal life. Anyone who doesn’t obey the Son will never experience eternal life but remains under God’s angry judgment.” (John 3:36 NLT)

Heaven is WIDE OPEN to whoever receive Jesus as the Lord of their life! The blood of Jesus UNLOCKED Heaven for anyone and everyone who will repent and believe the gospel.

That’s the message of the cross of Christ. Much more than a halftime show for a game that’s just a game. It’s a message with eternal ramifications.

You can believe whatever you’d like. You can call me a nut, a prude, old fashioned, or just plain stupid. Whatever. But this I can say with certainty.

I’m not locked out of Heaven. Are you?

Super Sunday?


“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!

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