It is Sunday afternoon and I’ve had a great Sunday morning – peaceful and quiet at home with some good praise songs playing in the house. It has been a full week since I resorted for the second time to yelling in church that worship is for Jesus only and not for football’s glory. I was immediately prayed for in King James English that I’d be forgiven my sin and be restored to the church. If we would get Saturday afternoon’s ballgames out of sight and out of mind, we could perhaps learn the prayer of faith that saves those who are sick at home.
I used to be a little bit of a fan of the Crimson Tide. I prayed to lose my interest in it after some Tide fans started praising Coach Saban as a football god. This facetious spiritual estimation of him is not good. Its counterpoint is maintained by LSU fans who have decried him as Nick Satan. Football coaches are depended upon these days by inept fathers to impart character to their sons rather than personally training them up in the way they should go. Wearing a football team’s colors makes a man a winner. Football loyalty demands that family disunity shall be celebrated with, “We are a house divided.” The boast used to be that a family that prays together stays together. The Crimson Tide’s “Rammer-Jammer” cheer claims that hell is going to be beaten out of you. Heaven’s bliss is a bone-crushing tackle.
In the past, according to a team’s win on Saturday, I have been happily greeted in the church house on Sunday morning with, “I want to know what football team you are for.” I was being checked to see if I chose the loser. The Bible’s Joshua once asked a man: “Are you for us, or for our adversaries?” The answer transcended his question, “No, but as captain of the host of the Lord am I now come. Loosen your shoe from off your foot; for the place where you stand is holy.”
Joshua eventually said that the choice to make is to choose the Lord. It is the choice that he and his house made. It makes a great Sunday morning.
Floyd Jones, Jr.