OK. OK. I
know. I heard. I missed the best part of the “game of the
century” last night. But I have already
watched the highlights on my phone’s ESPN app.
My age and lack of interest in rooting for either side got the better of
me last night. When Chris headed for bed
about midway through the third quarter of the National Championship football
game, I joined her. It’s really hard to
stay motivated when you’re sleepy anyway, and you really don’t have a dog in
the hunt (or is it “in the fight”? I know there’s a saying that goes something like
that. Means you aren’t rooting for
anyone in particular, so you don’t care who wins). But then this morning when I woke up and
checked the score I find that the last two or three minutes was worth sitting
through the whole game after all. First
Alabama scored to take the lead. Then
Clemson scored with just seconds left to retake the lead and win the game. Exciting stuff. So now on to college basketball. Road to the final four. Baylor is ranked number one. I imagine Waco is happy to have something to
root for while their football program is being refurbished.
After
I worked most of the day yesterday, I took a break and went through the boxes
of books I received from my brothers Saturday.
Those guys have … how should I say it? … quite the eclectic reading propensity. There were books by Jeff Foxworthy next to
textbooks on oncology. There were tomes
of sociological research and classics of literature. They even threw in some computer games and Xbox
games for good measure. Thanks,
brothers, for thinking of me during your downsizing.
Philippians
3:20-21 says, “But our citizenship is in
heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who,
by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will
transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body.”
Father,
thank you for my brothers. Walk with
them, and their families. Amen.
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