The Square Peg

As I watched the Alabama/Oklahoma State bowl game (sorry, BAMA, I was rooting for you), I loved seeing the fans showing their school spirit. I love how they immerse themselves in the spirit of the team they're rooting for, and demonstrate their devotion by painting their faces (and sometimes bodies), wearing school colors, cheering, donning crazy wigs, using their body to spell out their school's initials, and a host of other things. I love it when the camera pans the crowd.

But this leads me to wonder: why don't we do the same for God? Why do we get that excited about a game and then act like the Frozen Chosen on Sunday morning? Didn't God ever do anything worth getting fired up about?

I was a cheerleader, and I did a lot of the stuff I just mentioned in the list above for my school. But God has done WAY more for me than the school I cheered for ever thought about doing, so shouldn't my devotion to Him be as spirited or more than what I gave to my alma mater all those years ago? I mean, cheering for the Panthers was great and all, but God set me free. FREE! I'm not a slave to believing lies about myself or God anymore. I know He loves me. ME! I mean, I knew He loved you, but I didn't really think He loved me. But He does! I don't have to be separated from Him anymore. I'm never alone anymore! That's something to get excited about!

I can't remember who was the captain of the football team my senior year (could look it up if I had a yearbook), but I can't forget the knowledge that the One who stepped out of nothing, into nothing, stood on nothing, and with nothing created everything in the universe.

I may act loud, proud and crazy at a football game, but know this: my Daddy will get the same (or more) passion and zeal from me.