Come on. Come on. Go, go, go, go, go . . . forty, thirty, twenty, ten yard line––Yeeeeeesss.
Fans leap to their feet. Popcorn explodes in the air. Fist bumps and high fives all around. Oh, “This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad,” for amazing friends, football––and one ginormous TV.
February 7, 2016 was made for the love of God, country, and Super Bowl 50 when the Denver Broncos meet the Carolina Panthers. Not a fan? No worries. In my playbook, Super Bowl Sunday is an excuse to make great memories with great folks.
Lifepoint Church family invited guests and geared up for an all day celebration. First, we gathered for worship where the Lord lit a fire in our hearts. When the last amen was spoken, we lit a fire in the grills. Heady scents from Boston butts, hamburgers, hot dogs, barbecue, hot-wings, and chili wafted through the building and gripped our senses.
Don’t forget the cakes, pies, and of course, chocolate. I know, I know today’s not all about a party. Neither is it about the best and worst upcoming commercials nor Peyton Manning.
The whole point isn’t even about who wins, who loses. It’s about an opposing force determined to outwit, outrun, outhit you time and again. Every day.
You were blindsided when you bolted for the goal. Your breath whooshed out from your lungs and half a dozen Broncos and Panthers landed on top of you in a heap. You’ve been left broken, shattered, and rejected.
But the goal post never moved. You did. My husband often says, it’s not what happens to us in life, but how we respond.
“Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.” ~Philippians 3:13, 14 (NIV)
If you can look up, you can get up. Get. Up. Tuck that ball beneath your arm, keep your eyes on His goal, and run with abandon.
Meet you in the end zone,