Losing my Religion

We gather together every Sunday. We arrive properly dressed. We sit next to our friends and family and yet, we focus our attention on a screen. We become happy and upset while staring at the screen.

 I followed the Packers with religious devotion this past year and so it only seemed fitting to attend the return celebration in Green Bay after the Super Bowl. I thought it would be the proper ending to the season. While standing in the midst of 56,000 cheeseheads I wondered how many of these screaming fans were aching for something more; for something to fill the void of emptiness in their lives. A Super Bowl victory temporarily covers that void for many people, but standing there in the blistering cold (negative temperatures with wind chill degrees) I began thinking about all the effort I put into making there.

Yes, I think I made football my religion this past fall and winter. I would like to say football was co-religion with Christianity but Jesus says, "No one can serve two masters."

If  56,000 people can come together from hundreds of miles away within two days notice just to enthusiastically praise a sports team then why can't Christians get this excited every Easter?

(fans on there way up to Lambeau Field)

As for me, I think I might take this next year off from football so I can lose my religion for the sake of wholeheartedly pursuing the other.