Monday, February 02, 2004

Been thinking in just the few hours past about Jesus and the extent of His mission. How He was willing to do whatever it took to accomplish bringing us back to God . . . about what the cross really meant to Him and to us. The enormity of the cross’s bitter, gruesome reality weighs heavy on my heart like the oppressive air of a pre-thunderstorm summer. Strange how the best thing that ever happened to me can at times seem like the heaviest burden.

Sunday, February 01, 2004

Rather than follow the Great American Multitudes and watch the Super Bowl, I’ve decided to head to the seminary library and work on some homework. I realize that this choice puts me at odds with most of my friends and seemingly all of America, but I’m just not much of a football watching guy. Too many grown men seem to live vicariously through the lives of their favorite sports teams, with their moods and conversation ever dictated by the actions and on-field performance of a few incredibly over-paid yet highly gifted athletes.It seems to me something of a historical anomaly. I could be wrong on this, but my understanding is that the great athletes of the past were more than “just” athletes, but warriors. Did the Greek games feature men who did nothing but practice their particular sport all year long, or did the participants come from military backgrounds? I’m not sure, but I think it’s the latter. In any case, I remain fairly positive that modern culture has given birth to the concept of “professional athlete.” Whether that is tainting the notion of a given sport’s purity is up to you. As for me, however, the Typical American Male’s obsession with professional (or college, high school, etc.) sports remains a profound mystery, a sealed room with no keyhole through which to peep.