February 1, 2015

It is the day of the Big Game (I’m not sure if I can write Super Bowl since the NFL has trademarked it).  I want to preface what I am about to say by stating that I love sports.  I am a very competitive person and love to play as much as I love winning.  Since I gotten older, winning hasn’t been as important but I still love to watch.  But the desire to watch has lessened over the years as well.  At one time I was able to watch almost any sport on TV, baseball, basketball, football, hockey (especially playoff hockey), tennis and golf, even Olympic curling.  Now, I can’t watch an entire game.

Now, the other day I was driving my stepdaughter to dance class and she asked about the Big Game, saying she only wants to watch for the commercials.  I told her I had to work but I would be out in time to watch the game.  She was surprised that I had to work.  I told her that Super Bowl Sunday is not a holiday.  It is still a regular day but it has become a commercial secular holiday of sorts.

Companies spend millions, and some spend billions, to put their commercials on during the game.  Networks spend the hours of the day leading up to the game talking about inane stuff that designed to keep people in front of the TV so they can sell more ad time.  The Friday after Thanksgiving has become Black Friday because shopping places are packed and is usually the largest grossing shopping day of the year.  I think the people around Super Bowl Sunday should call it Green Sunday for all the money that is spent to get us to buy stuff.

The sad part of all this is that most of us, if we had to work on that Sunday, would want the day off.  We would spend our day getting ready for the food and company we invite over to watch the game.  Some might even skip church to get ready.  We have become more passionate for the Super Bowl Sunday than we have for Easter Sunday.  I can’t say Christmas because there so much commercialism attached to Christmas that I am not sure if we are more passionate about the birth of Christ or exchanging gifts, probably the latter.

It is a game.  It lasts between three and four hours.  People’s souls last for all eternity.  Why is my passion for saving souls and bringing people to the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ less than it is when my team makes it to the Big Game?  I pray that my desire to help the needy, feed the hungry, visit the prisoner, shelter the homeless and supporting those who do these tasks daily as a full-time job becomes greater than any other passion I possess.

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