A quick post on game day! Next week maybe I’ll explore this subject more in depth.
Gondizalves, Portugal. The Maximinos Warriors will try to dispense with the Celtics from Gaia in short order.
American football in Portugal. Its obscurity doesn’t tell the true story of its relevance. Or of its potential.
11 young men working together in concert to conquer ground. 11 young men working as one to defend their land.
The Old Testament Biblical parallels are notable.
The sport lends itself to training and molding of men.
But, does God care about football?
It’s not a bunch of knuckle draggers bashing their heads against each other. It’s different from boxing or mixed martial arts. The intent is not to harm others. It’s a team sport that is often likened to chess while its more popular rival, soccer is often likened to the more simplistic game of checkers.
As the coach, today, I want to win, but more than that I want to teach.
While you may say that God doesn’t care about football, I say that He cares about us. He cares about who we are. He cares about whether or not we can trust someone or if we are always skeptical. He cares about us conquering our fears.
Football demands passion. God desires it too.
Today I want to teach that whatever our hands find to do, that we should do it with all of our might. We can glorify Him in that.
Pray for me. I want to be a teacher. An example. Pray for the Warriors today, that they might see Christ in me, the hope of glory. See, I’m not always a teacher. Sometimes I’m a screamer, and I hate myself when that happens.
I go home unsatisfied and repenting that I let our guys see way too much of me and way too little of Jesus.
I’ve got high expectations for our guys. I expect much of the officials. Today, I want for those expectations to be overcome with encouragement and thanksgiving. For effort put forth.
Pray for me that my speech would be seasoned with grace, rather than condemnation. With joy and not disappointment.