I am writing some devotions for football players. Some of you who have known me for many years probably just fell over laughing. But I really am. I had several ideas for football player devotions last night and will be writing them over the next few days or weeks.
I did watch some football in my H.S. days. I played the baritone horn in the marching band. Violins didn’t really fit with the whole marching thing. Perhaps the bows are too scary for the woodwinds – thinking you will poke their eyes out as you march by sawing away with your bow. There were actually two football games each week – one just before the band show and one just after the band show. Ha!
This would have been awesome! |
I remember the name Bart Star, but I usually wonder if he is Ringo's brother. Oh, and I remember Joe Namath wearing pantyhose but I don't know why he did and I don't know who he played football for.
Please tell me those aren't Joe's legs! |
Fast forward to 2013. My interest in football is about the
same as it has always been. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, but I just
don’t care…. I do watch a tiny bit of the Broncos because my son, Andrew, LOVES
the Broncos. We lived in Denver during some important formative years apparently.
So I like to know a little about the Broncos because they are important to my
son. But to be honest with you, I don’t even know who their quarterback is. I
know John Elway still has something to do with them as an owner or something.
When I lived in Denver I had lunch with someone that played for the Broncos. I
don’t remember his name. Seems like he was a defensive something-or-the-other.
Andrew probably still remembers who it was.
If I haven’t lost you with this little trip through my
football background, here’s how I ended up with my own football team. (I
thought you needed the background to see how this is a God thing.)
Our church has a men’s supper/worship time/Bible study one
Tuesday night a month. We call it “Man Church.” We kill our own food, sit
around a campfire cooking our wild boar with our shirts off and beat on drums.
Hahaha. OK. We have burgers and sit around tables at our Family Life Center
(gym). At our August “Man Church” I noticed two twenty-something guys sitting
by themselves at a table so I invited myself to sit with them. OK. You’ve read
my football bio. Don’t really have one. And about the first thing I heard
coming out of my mouth was “Do you guys play football? Or did you?” Seriously?!
I’m going to start a football conversation with two people I don’t even know!
What if they started talking about last night’s game? (Oh, I guess there might
not have been one in August.) But if they had, what would I say? “Oh, sorry.
Didn’t mean to bring up football since I’m a football idiot. You two just talk
about the game and I’ll just nod my head.”
They said they did (or had played in HS or college) and I
just kept going “Really? What position did you play?” and they said something
about hiking and running and tackling… Then, without hardly skipping a beat I
heard myself say, “Well, you know, while we were in Portugal we heard how
football players from the States had gone there to do football things and share
the Gospel and I’m thinking of taking some football players over there next
year. Would you be interested in going?” Seriously?! I just said that?
I know God was at work that night because I had NOT thought
of that before then. I would NOT plan a mission opportunity that included
football. I have used vocal and instrumental music, art, ESL, Bible clubs and
more, but football. HAhahaha!
The eyes of those two guys lit
up. “You mean we could play football and tell people about Jesus? We could do that!” Then God grabbed my heart. I could just hear Him say, "Look at football missions through the eyes of these two." And long
story short – they are the first two guys on my football team!
A few weeks later after our 9:45 service I walked over to
the guy that sits right there on the second row every week and I heard myself
say, “Can I ask you something? Did you football?” Boom! My third
player.
I’m now up to 5 players – possibly 6 – and I haven’t even
advertised for mission team members yet. If you’re at Hilldale this Sunday you’ll
see this in the bulletin “Join Bro. Lyndel’s Football Team.” My dad would NEVER have believed this. I'm not sure either of my brothers will believe it either. They are both big football fans.
God is up to something with this. I can hardly wait to see what all will happen in the lives of these young men and in Portugal. He will have to do it
because I keep slipping and saying “football rehearsals” and things like that.
Here's the end of the story for now.
I don’t really care much about football, but I care VERY
much about missions and about investing in the lives of young men. If you care
about missions and want to invest in the lives of some young men then God may
lead you to help send them. Twenty-somethings don’t have money to send
themselves on mission: they are at the beginning of their careers, they have young
families, they have student loans... Call me and see how you can help.
5 comments:
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Bro Lyndel, This is a great story. I, like you, feel that the only reason they have football is so the band can play at halftime.
I think what you're doing is great. I have a friend that goes to Israel every year and teaches them to play baseball. Same idea, different game, but one I understand.
You should let your Dad & Brothers know, they'll be so proud!!
Love this!
Bro. Lyndel, when you were slinging slaw at the BCM at APSU, I said I am convinced you can do ANYTHING--from slaw to symphonies. Now I will add: from slaw to symphonies to sports! Way to go, Bro. Lyndel! Way to go, God!!! I'm cheering you on and praising Him!
"Then God grabbed my heart..." Oh how accurately you describe it. I'm surprised and amazed again with you or better Christ in you.
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