Snow. Icy road. Heavy traffic. Driving slowly, I mean very sloooooow - not my style, but it was nothing I could do. I turned on the radio. Two talkative hosts and one guest, more reserved (it should be the other way around, but hey, we live a post-modern post-normal time) shared the microphone. They were discussing the career of Chicago Bears running back Walter Payton. I never heard about him before, but they were passionate and nostalgic and angry, a rare mixture of feelings, so I continued to listen.
One said, "What a great player, unlike today’s sissies - just think, he carried that football for more than 9 miles."
The other said, "And every 3.8 yards, he got knocked down by a guy twice his size! And he did that for 9 miles."
The guest said,
"Think of that. Every 3.8 yards, he's hit by what seemed to be a freight
train. But he got back up, tucked in his shirt, and ran back to the huddle.
It's this kind of perseverance that
- makes a football
player a hall of famer,
- makes a Christian
victorious,
- makes parenting
successful,
- makes a marriage work."
Bam, touch down! From football to life. Which is probably why the radio guys asked for a commercial break. And after that, changing the topic. But I am not. Because this is our daily Christian Super Bowl.
I stopped the car and I
opened the Bible app searching for a particular Scripture. That’s it - Proverbs
24:16.
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