After spending the majority of my life in Ohio, and now living in Montana, I enjoy a sense of pride cheering on my home state's team. I was really talking it up to some of the guys about how great our team is and how their going to win it all this year. Well until Friday I was talking it up, they lost to a late surging Kentucky team during the Sweet Sixteen round of the tournament. I was sick, I didn't want to talk to anyone, mention the tournament and I would have been red in the face. The funny thing is; I really don't care, I never went to school there, never watched a game there live, in fact I have never set foot on their campus in Columbus, Ohio. It was a pride thing, something I could talk about to many of the Montana natives about, whom will most likely never have a team go deep in the tournament. The sad thing is that I get upset about sports quite a bit, being a devote Browns fan during the football season results in me being a mess on Sunday afternoons.
After thinking about; how I could care so much about something that really doesn't matter that much to me, shouldn't I have that kind of excitement for the proclamation of the Gospel? Shouldn't there be something in the pit of our stomaches that just aches when we see people made in the image of God wasting their lives, and destroying their destinies? It isn't always sports, but think about what gets you excited or what really messes with you. Do you have the same feeling in your heart for the lost, do we truly understand the literalness of an eternity without God? Do we have the same robust feelings for seeing the life changing power of the gospel as we do seeing our team win it all? I'm calling out guys here. We need to shore up our lives and stop being trivialized by lures of mediocrity and show the world what real men should get excited for.
