This fall our church had an evangelism emphasis series that was tied into football. Perfect really for the section of the country that we live in, which is very committed to and extremely enthusiastic about football of all kinds...
...high school, college, pro and the ever time consuming, computer hogging,but if your husband has to have a bad habit praise the Lord it is nothing worse than, fantasy football (can I get an amen from the fellow FFL widows out there. Hang in there girls, this thing can't go on forever!!)
It really was a great idea. There were videos during the worship service tied in to football. Clips from Rudy, Remember the Titans, Bryan's Song and Facing the Giants (which are all some of my favorites. I love a great sports movie!!) were all shown. Then there was the Evangelism Linebacker. I laughed until I cried!!
The staff did a great job by starting with something that many could relate to in football,and connecting it to something that we all need to be doing, telling others about Jesus.
One of the highlights was the staff versus deacon flag football game. Weeks before the game, practices started and the trash talk began. All in the name of good Christian fun, of course!!
Several weeks passed, practices continued and word on the street indicated that there was a mysterious increase of sales of BenGay and advil in the region.
Finally game day arrived and we prepared our tailgate picnic and met friends in the parking lot for a pregame meal. Side note: That is what J2 called our rehearsal dinner - the pregame meal.
The parking lots were full and the team colors of yellow (for the deacons)and green(for the staff) were seen in mass. There was even a group of boys that painted themselves green. It really was such fun!!
My prayer for the night was that no one would get hurt. That probably sounds like I am thinking that the deacons and staff are old or out of shape...
But perhaps when you consider my own history of a major accident which required surgery from just running in a straight line on a flat surface with no one chasing me to tear a flag from my waist, you will realize it is not a statement against those playing in the game.
Fortunately, there were nothing more than some minor bumps and bruises and everyone who came to the game seemed to really have a blast. I know that we did.
The kids really loved watching J2 play and showing his athletic ability. They were very proud of their dad. I was too.
Both teams played well, and in the end the deacons emerged with the most points. If it were left up to me I would say that they were both winners.
But every other member of my ultra competitive family would have to correct me and say "Mom, (or honey), really the team with the most points was the winner. And that would be the deacons."
The pictures are bitter sweet to me. There are many of J2 and his great friend B. B and his family are moving to Texas. I can't imagine what our lives here will be like with them in another state. At some point, I will do an entry just about them and how much they have meant to our family. But for today, I am just enjoying the images captured on film by my precious friend, MM, of our husbands sharing some great times out on the field.