Welcome to Saturday.
This is the place where dreams come true, where the clapping is a little louder, where boys become men, where grown men learn to cry, and where the grass is actually a bit greener…on the other side of the goaline.
Nebraska plays in a football game today. And for the first time in four years, I’m excited to watch it. For the first time in four years, I expect to clap and (maybe) cheer aloud.
I know football is not that important in the grand perspective of eternity and that there are millions of people today who will be worshiping Wolverines, Bulldogs, Longhorns, Tigers, and Gators, and probably less who corporately worship Jesus tomorrow morning. I know that every game is just that — a game. I know that football dominates too highly of a percentage of conversation, especially in my state. I know that Bo Pelini will not save anyone from their sins and that Tom Osborne coming to Nebraska was, in fact, not the Second Coming.
But, I’m sure that Jesus would be a darn good quarterback, because he’s rather good at everything else he does. The only question is whether you think Jesus would run a Middle East Coast offense or the Triple “Trinity” Option? (Go ahead, it’s okay to laugh.) Besides, Audio Adrenaline tells me that in our Father’s house, there will be “a big, big yard where we can play football.” I mean, who can argue with that theology?
Welcome to Saturday. It’s going to be fun.
I plan on enjoying it. I hope you do, too.
Nebraska 31 – Western Michigan 14