God & Football

Just in case you don’t know, it’s Super Bowl weekend. My family lives in Kansas City and since our KC Chiefs are playing the excitement level in our city is high! You can almost feel the energy, everyone is wearing Chiefs or KC gear, schools are having spirit weeks, the city has gone red with lights and displays, with lots of fun photo ops. Everyone everywhere is talking about this team, and this game. Heck, plans are already being made for a victory parade next week, if our team comes home with the win. There is no doubt there is a lot to be excited about! Kansas City loves its sports teams and this team is nothing if not exciting. Kansas City doesn’t hold a monopoly on this kind of behavior, because I would bet the same thing is happening in Philly this week.

This past week, witnessing all the excitement and festivities got me thinking about a question. What if we Christians got as excited about sharing Jesus as we do when our teams make it to the playoffs or big game? Don’t misunderstand me here, I’m not saying we shouldn’t be excited or celebrate. This is a big deal and an excellent way to build community and meet people. Since everyone is talking about it, you can pretty much start a conversation with anyone you meet. Which makes talking to people you don’t know well kind of easy. But what if we used these conversations as an opening to share the love of Jesus? Not in a weird awkward way, but simply as a way of deepening our relationships and showing them who Jesus is to us

Playing and/or coaching a sport at this level no doubt takes a ton of practice, talent, hard work, sacrifice and training to even make the team, let alone make it to the biggest game of the year! The players and coaches on both of these teams are the elite, the best of the best. But you know what? At the end of the day these players are just people, like you and me. And every single one of them needs Jesus in their lives. None of them can play their way into a relationship with God or get into heaven by having the most wins.  Of course there are those Christian athletes that use the stage they have been given to share their faith and that is absolutely amazing! However, for most of us, we will never have that type of stage in which to share our faith. That means we’ve got to use those smaller ones that present themselves to us. The thing is these smaller stages come around a whole lot more often. 

Here is the deal though -Jesus is WAY WAY WAY cooler than any team or any game! Jesus, the One True God came to this earth. He did so willingly and because there was no other way for us to be reconciled with our heavenly Father. Jesus came to be the “perfect sacrifice” that would be needed in order to satisfy our perfect and holy God. Jesus bled and died for you and me! He made a way for us to be reconciled to our God and Father, He was and is the way! Think about it, Jesus is a way bigger deal than any game or any stage. Yet for some reason we walk into church on Sunday or for mid week services, many times without even a smile on our face. Those of us who work in churches often go to work without even thinking about how to share Jesus, but about our to-do list or the meetings we are scheduled to attend that day. Why do you think that is? Why do we not plan parties, parades and spirit weeks at our churches for Jesus? Yes, I understand that big games happen once a year, but what if just once and a while we got as excited about Jesus as we do our teams? 

While on earth, Jesus talked to all kinds of people in all kinds of places. Biblical history tells us that God  hardly ever uses well known or famous people to share His story or be His instruments of change. Instead, He uses the unknown, people like you and me. So what if we began to get and be excited about Jesus? What if we shared our love for Jesus as much as we share our love for our teams? What if we had parties, just to get to know one another better and introduce our friends and neighbors to the One man who can truly change their lives? Let’s be honest, on Sunday there will be a winning team and a losing team. One city and team will be joyful, and continue to plan parades and celebrations. While the other team and city will feel the sting of defeat and on Monday return to normal life. But Jesus, He will remain exactly who He is – the One and only Holy God. What if we celebrated that Truth with the same joy and excitement all throughout the year?

Go God and go Chiefs!

3 comments

  1. Amen, Lori.

    When I was in fourth grade, the only organized sports that I ever played in my life was a Pop Warner football team on McGuire Air Force Base in New Jersey. I was an untalented runt of a player who never got to play. I only sat on the bench in my uniform with my helmet at my feet waiting to go on my head as I headed out onto the field the moment our Coach called my name, a call which never came the entire season that I never missed a game. Our team made the playoffs, but our Dad got orders to go to Vietnam, and our family moved from New Jersey to Pennsylvania about a two hour drive to Bethlehem to the steel town of our parents’ birth to live with our Grammie. But before he went overseas, our Dad drove all our family back to McGuire from Bethlehem so that I could be there for my team to sit on the bench and watch the big game. Someone told our Coach that I was there in my customary spot on the bench in uniform with my helmet at my feet and my entire family in the bleachers behind me. In the fourth quarter with the game already decided against us in one of the last plays of the game, our Coach called my name, and I grabbed my helmet, put it on, and took my place as, of all things, a defensive tackle. What else could I do. I was too small and untalented to play any other position. When the winning opposing team snapped the ball, their quarterback handed off to their huge fullback who came right at me. Instead of going low like a defensive tackle is supposed to do, I simply tried to bear hug the guy with the ball, but his momentum swung me up onto his back as if I was mounting a running horse like in the Hollywood Westerns I watched every Saturday of my boyhood. I promptly fell off as the full back ran past the line of scrimmage, got my puny body tangled up in his legs as I did so, and so tripped the man-child, and made my only tackle in my only play on the only team for which I would ever play. For some reason, our Coach called me back out, slapped my back once to congratulate me, and then we all watched the other team score another touchdown the very next play. To this day, I wonder if we could have won that game had our Coach played me more. By the way, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, is about an hour drive north of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and my Pop Warner football team was called the Eagles. I guess the point of my story is just to tell you, “GOOOOOOOO EAGLES!”

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  2. Lori, I’m paying off two bets over my Eagles’ loss, but I’m glad for you that your Chiefs won. It was a truly great Super Bowl classic game . . . all except for the officiating and the excruciatingly irritating replay rules, but I’m not blaming the Eagles loss on any of that. The Eagles had their chance to win but didn’t, and Patrick Mahomes deserved not only the Season and Super Bowl MVPs but also an Oscar for his performance as an injured quarterback in the closing minutes of the first half that put the head game whammy on the Philly defense and made them think that the game was over with their little half time lead and then the Chiefs led by their miraculously healed monster QB came back and showed the Eagles that it ain’t over ’til it’s over! Mahomes beat the Eagles psychologically before the Chiefs finished Philly on the field when the game was done. Just like my own Eagles from long ago, the other team won. Congratulations Chiefs! Well done.

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