It was third down and short, maybe a yard to go for the first down, and every player on the field was bunched tight together waiting for the snap of the ball. Sweat dripped into their eyes while their aching legs poised to spring into action. The signal was given; the ball pushed into the outstretched hands of the quarterback, and for what seemed a mere blink of the eye, the play was fulfilled in its entirety.
Defensive players started butting each others helmets, several pointed toward the stands, while others struck what would be called “a Pose”. But for the simple fact that he was wearing cleats and the field was, well, a field, the linebacker could have successfully done a “moonwalk”. I thought for a minute that it was halftime and the home team dancers had taken the field. I almost went for a bathroom break and a coke until I noticed the punter coming on to the field.
It was at this moment that I began to realize something, which seemed to me as odd because I generally watch the game without trying to think. Why were these grown men acting like children? Sure, you could make the argument that they were playing a game and thus their actions were warranted. But weren’t these men simply doing their jobs? I’m not a football genius, but it seems to me that the defensive players’ job is to keep the offensive players from scoring. I can understand some elation over a job well done, but this was excessive. If this were a once in a while activity, maybe it wouldn’t have caused me to wonder about it, but these celebrations happened every time one side or the other done their job.
Would the mechanic do a dance every time he fixed an automobile? He would probably have a better chance of moon walking on an oil slicked garage floor than the football player on the fifty yard line.
It would take fifty forevers to get through the check out line at the department store if the cashier high-fived someone every time an item beeped across the scanner. As it is now, it already takes forty forevers.
Next time someone at work does something well, try slapping them on the rear end and telling them “good job!” Just be sure you are bigger than they are, can run faster, or have the power to fire them if they don’t accept your enthusiasm over a job well done.
As silly as this sounds, I feel God believes in excessive celebrations. Try reading the fifteenth chapter of Luke and imagine the celebration that occurs in Heaven when one sinner gets saved. I wonder what it was like when the five thousand believed.
Having a Baptist background and Baptist beliefs, you may never see me jump a pew or do cart wheels down the aisle, but if I accidentally crack a smile when a sinner repents, just remember this; even God celebrates the finding of a lost sheep.
Bro. Chuck Lee
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You are right. We need to celebrate life as they do football. We have a lot more to celebrate!
Our pastor has tried very hard (and succeeded!) to get us to respond and interact with him when he is preaching, when he makes a point we agree with. He loves it and it certainly makes for a more interactive church. Yes, they'll tear us to shreds about it (emotional hype!) but who cares? We know what is exciting! It makes more sense to get excited over Jesus than over football!
One little mistake where you used done instead of did or have done.
Again I repeat, the topic is essential - we have to get out of our conservative apathy. Also children love it when we get excited over them. Ultraconservatism doesn't go down as encouragement with them!