I remember those day when my father would take me to a game. I knew what I wanted. I wanted a drink, some nachos, and a rubber football. I had to beg my dad for the football because he knew I was going to lose it as soon as we got home but right there in that moment it meant the world to me. I associate family and friends and the time we can get together to just relax, with college football.
My future wife Jordan told me one day she didn't like football but she liked going to the games. I guess I can see where she is coming from now. If I could be any place in my off time I would love to be in the middle of 85,000 screaming fans. In the middle of all that chaos it seems so calm. I have passed the contagious bug on the my friend Michael. He loves going to the games and cheering as loud as he can and I hope to one day I will be able to take my little boy or girl to their first game and share in the excitement.
The only beef I have is, and don't get me wrong I am the first one on the chopping block for this one. How can we let it all hang out in front of total strangers, in a public place, lifting our hands up high and screaming almost in worship of a school. Then when it comes to church on Sunday morning some can't get out of bed and others walk into church all tired and do nothing but sit on their hands, in front of the one who created them. I find this to be common in every city all over the country. Let get with the program folks!
GOD is LOVE!
Justin Abercrombie
Children's Paster
Carpenters Church
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