This is no secret…I love the Dallas Cowboys! I always have, and I guess I always will. I hung the 1978 Dallas Cowboys team poster in my room when I was a little girl. I remember Roger Staubach, the quarterback and Danny White, the punter. I remember thinking it was so cool when Danny White would fake a punt and then go for the 1st down. I cheered when Tony Dorsett ran 99 yards for a touchdown (the longest run from scrimmage in history…although he actually got the ball behind the line of scrimmage). I remember Ed “Too Tall” Jones and Charlie Waters. I got over the whole Tom Landry/Jerry Jones drama my senior year of high school and was honored to meet Coach Landry my freshman year of college. I have a Dallas Cowboys key for my front door, and the Cowboys star painted with my address on the sidewalk. I was ecstatic when THE BOYS won their first play-off game since 1996, and I wanted to cry when they lost to Minnesota. Just to show my support, though, I wore my Dallas Cowboys football t-shirt this week anyway. I just love the Cowboys!
Even the people in S’s battalion know that I love the Cowboys. Earlier today, I had one guy “remind” me that the Jets are going for the AFC championship this weekend. I had another soldier smile at me and say with a sly grin, “How ’bout them Cowboys?” I just grinned and fired right back, “I love my boys!” But something about all of this has been nagging me for the past several weeks.
I have been feeling like I make it very well known that I love THE BOYS and not so well known that I love Jesus. I realize that by my actions people could probably figure out that I love Jesus, but could they figure it out by my enthusiasm? Do others know that I schedule my life around God’s plans like I set the DVR around the games? Do I spout off facts and figures about what God has done for me lately like I spout off facts about Tony Romo’s fantastic game against the Eagles? Do I recount time after time of miraculous things God has done for me in the past like I recount miracle passes, receptions, or quarterback sacks? Do I retell the stories of God’s victories in my life like I retell the number of Superbowl victories the Cowboys have?
Today, I went to Bible study with PWOC (Protestant Women of the Chapel). In the opening session, we sang one of my favorite worship songs. The words hit me square in the heart…
“…and with our hands lifted high, we will worship and sing
and with our hands lifted high, we come before you rejoicing
with our hands lifted high in the sky, and the world wonders why,
we’ll just tell them we’re loving our King…”
This is the message that the Holy Spirit has laid on my heart during every football game I have watched this season. Just like my hands (and voice) are raised in triumph during the games, my hands should be lifted up in praise and adoration to Jesus, my King. Just like my friends and neighbors (and sometimes even strangers) know which team I’m pulling for on a Sunday afternoon, those same people should see me and know without a doubt which team I’m on and who I’m cheering for! So…in case you didn’t know…I LOVE MY JESUS!
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