How rabid are some of those who call themselves fans? At a particular bar in Austin where UT fans congregate, one sad fellow said they would somehow help each other to pull through all of this but he just needed a little liquid relief to help him deal with his misery. Another fan had rented an airplane to pull a banner to fly over the Oklahoma, Oklahoma State game to remind everyone of the score from the previous Texas, Oklahoma game. No doubt that money could have been spent more wisely but folks do take their sports seriously down in these parts, and, as best as I can tell, they take them pretty seriously in all parts. This past Monday the Texans professional football team played their very first Monday night game. I watched a little of the pre-game stuff and they did a special report on the tailgate parties going on. Some of these parties are unbelievably elaborate. One fellow said they typically spend $2,000 for their supplies each week. Another guy said it required their full attention from Friday through Sunday at every home game and it was like having Christmas each of those weekends! What a way to celebrate the holiday set aside to honor the coming of our Lord and Savior!
Don't get me wrong here. I well know what it means to be excited about a sporting event. I have in the past and still do get into a particular competition or game. However, surely there has to be some balance in all of this. As they scanned the stands during the Monday night game one could observe a sea of people dressed in Texan red, many of them with their entire faces painted, and many more very much stimulated to act in crazy ways as if the adult beverages had kicked in early. To say that it is a big business is an understatement. Why am I writing about this today? I’m not sure, perhaps I am somewhat jaded, but to me in observing all of this there seemed to be something at work that saddened me. It’s as if people were longing for an escape, searching for something to distract them from their everyday trials, or perhaps looking for love in all the wrong places. True balance comes not from a game or a party but only in and through a Person and He is the source of the true Christmas joy the fellow talked about seeking each weekend. I turned off the game before the end of the first quarter but I sensed how Jesus must have felt as He cried over those He came to save who refused Him as they pursued gods of their own making. May we, during this season set aside to honor His coming, find and experience Him as the Source of all of needs. Amen. ………More later.
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