Why is it that something as ridiculous as a game can bring me such joy? I mean, really honest, pure, non-obsessive, deep down unadulterated joy. I know that probably sounds ludicrous to most, but I have been a football fan all of my life…first and (still) foremost, college football (the Georgia Bulldogs and the SEC, to be specific), but after living in Nashville for the past decade as a Titans fan, I can’t get enough of the NFL now either. So I woke up this morning and for a few brief moments there was literally nothing on my mind except for the Playoffs. I wasn’t thinking about my children or my wife (granted, none of them were awake yet, so I wasn’t being an entirely neglectful father and husband), I wasn’t thinking about morning breath or coffee or eating breakfast or even going to church. Just football. That’s all. Again, it only lasted for a few brief moments, but for those few brief moments, it was glorious. Ridiculous? Perhaps. Glorious? Definitely.
I’m not sure if God’s much of a football fan. In fact, I’m not sure that God cares even the slightest bit about football – I always chuckle a little when players thank God for “giving them a victory.” Although, now that I think about it, I know for certain that God does care about my joy. It’s like when I see my little boys find joy – real joy – in chasing after a dog, or jumping on the couch, or playing with some silly little toy, I would spend every bit of energy I have to keep that joy going. My father always said this to me, but now I get it: It brings me joy to see their joy. And I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to believe that it’s the same with God. In fact, I’m certain that our joy brings God joy in much the same way.
So, I’m re-thinking now…if football brings me joy, and my joy brings God joy, then doesn’t that mean, at least by the Transitive Property (although that’s geometry not theology, I suppose), that football brings God joy? Now don’t get me wrong, I know that “feeling” good is not the true marrow of life; I think our purpose is much deeper than that. But I do believe that God celebrates our joy the same way that he laments our sorrow. So you know what? Yes, I think God is indeed a football fan…if for no other reason than because he’s a “me” fan, and I’m a football fan. I think he cares about our joy, and even more so, he finds joy in our joy…even silly joy…over a silly game. Yes, I think God is a fan of football. Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure he’s a Georgia Bulldog fan, and now that the Titans are out of the playoffs, pretty sure he’s pulling for Peyton Manning and the Colts, with a certain hidden weakness for Brett Favre and the Vikings…although Drew Brees is a good soul (and a believer) and he and the Saints are playing the Vikings next week…so maybe God’s pulling for…hmm…glad I don’t have to figure that out.
DISCLAIMER: This is purely just stream of consciousness, not theological exhortation.