And the Crowd Went Wild

I shouldn’t be bringing this up yet, but fall is just around the corner.  We’ve got a lot of nice days coming, don’t worry.  But as school begins and as the leaves start to turn (for some of us) and as the average temperatures start dropping, another thing happens.

Football.

I’m admitting that I’m not someone who spends every Sunday watching, cheering and vicariously living “the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat” (Jim McKay) but I do on occasion peek at the standings and listen to others discuss these very things.

A few years ago, one of the things on the tongue of every football fan (and perhaps still remains an emotional discourse) was THE day of Blair Walsh.

From Sports Illustrated:

Open Arms

Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, 

you will never enter the Kingdom of heaven.  Matt 18:3

Children are born knowing only "me".  Yes, they're selfish. That doesn't seem like a goal we should pursue.

Children are born messy, noisy and hard to control.  That sounds like us - but again, not much of a spiritual mission.

Children are born completely dependent on us.  Well, we are told to give our lives over to God.  I suppose that could be what He means.

This little record of ramblings called Sandals and a Stick is the attempt to look for God in this small world of mine. The more I look, the more I find.