Over the last five years, I’ve learned many things at the Super Bowl…and none of them were about the game. Many things, I wish I didn’t know; truths of the kind that, once you know them, change you forever.
While God’s name is invoked and Jesus’s sacrifice praised in the face of one of the most pointed examples of mortality in sport, worship itself appears to be given to NASCAR and the cultural praise located in American identity.
While Reformed Christians believe that God is in all things—and that service in all spheres of life is service to the Creator of all—what happens if one sphere expands its reach at the expense of another? What if it turns out that young people are serving Sport as an idol to the detriment of worship of the true God?
We serve a God who points us to an abundant life. And maybe that’s not a safe life, or a comfortable life, or a life that makes no demands on us. But if we have learned anything from Scripture, it’s that this God loves to hide the good news of that abundant life in the face of a stranger.
How should we have mercy on those who are experiencing the ravages of war, whose very lives are being robbed from them? Should we ask for the tired, the poor, and the huddled masses yearning to break free just to be brought here?
To you, the woman who is struggling with infertility and wondering, “what if I never have a baby?” I can assure that your story still matters and you still have miracles waiting. You may never get pregnant and that might feel like the worst thing in the world today. I understand and I hurt with you.