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Excessive celebration

Those wide receivers and tight ends are so full of themselves, dancing around in the end zone like that. Shakin’ their booty and strutting their superiority. Right there in front of the defender they just beat to score the touchdown. It got so bad they had to regulate it, penalizing them for excessive celebration. I wonder how the refs decide how much is “excessive”?

I have to admit, though, most of those guys are pretty good dancers. I mean they’ve got rhythm and moves. Set aside the pomposity and they are really quite fun to watch.

And it’s not just football players. There is the dog pile and the chest slide and the mob and the high-five-the-bench and the jump into my teammates arms and… well, when we score, we celebrate. Not choreographed, not planned, just pure joy, done physically.

Then, I stand to sing at praise songs at my local church and that’s all we do. Stand and sing. No jumping. No sliding. No high fiving. We stand. And we sing. And we sit down. There’s not even any applause. Where’s the joy?

We’re celebrating the biggest score in the history of mankind and we don’t even sway to the beat. The bravest among us may raise a hand or clap limply along, but it takes a very secure person to clap the beat when no one joins in. I salute those people. Quietly. In my mind. With a nod of approval. Where’s my joy?

credit: http://blog.al.com/live/2011/01/top_12_god_thankers_tebow_brees.htmlBut sport offers another option, the finger point to the heavens. Some people would disagree with it, considering it wrong or rude to suppose that God is ‘on my side’ or has ‘helped me score this touchdown or hit this home run.’ That’s pretty bold, really, to suppose that our God is a side-taker. I suppose He couldn’t care less about the outcome of a college football game on a Saturday in September. But I have every confidence that He does care about the one who plays, and I can imagine that He celebrates with the one who scores, on either team.

So, what if the finger point (or the take a knee, popularized by Tebow) was not meant as an acknowledgement that God did this for me but an “I give this back to you” moment? An acknowledgement that “what I’ve just done, I couldn’t have done without you. So, in front of all these people I give you thanks.” Bold.

Alfred Morris, rookie Redskin running back phenom, goes this one better. His end zone celebration is a home run swing. He met a bunch of little leaguers who needed some support and a mentor and he promised to acknowledge them with “the swing” if he scored a touchdown. Imagine their joy to see Alfred Morris saying with his swing, “that one was for you, guys.” Alfred keeps on scoring and keeps on swinging. He doesn’t need to point upward; he points outward. Even his celebration is an outreach.

Celebration is natural;  why do we contain it? Okay, it’s embarrassing to our teenagers, but other than that. Isn’t God working great things through us all day long? Can we celebrate just a little? Not raucous and “in your face” but with a little more gusto?

I mean, who would know if the next time my training session really rocked the house I sneaked in a little finger point to the heavens? A little acknowledgement of thanks for getting me to that moment and a “right back atcha” to God. Such a small thing. Easy to forget, if you have to think about it. But joy, pure unadulterated joy, doesn’t think. It just does. And there would be worship, right there on the field, or the court, or the pool.

It’s not for the crowd to see or the congregation to follow or the fans to remember. It’s just for God. Let ’em think what they want. Go ahead, throw the flag. 

For you, O Lord, have made me glad by Your work; at the works of Your hands I sing for joy. ~ Psalm 92:4

Faith is what we hold on with

A friend is fond of saying, “the important thing is holding onto my faith.”

I don’t think we hold onto faith. I believe we hold onto God. Christians do this by holding onto Christ. Faith is what we hold on with.

Some days I have my arms and whole body wrapped around Him. Some days I have only a fingernail hold. And then there are those days when He grabs me by the hair, just as I am falling. Hey, if it’s legal in the NFL, it has to be in God’s playbook, right?

Oh, we put our faith in lots of things. We hold onto them. Perhaps we “believe” in them. The DC area saw a great example of this in RGIII and recently in John Wall with the Washington Wizards. Amazing how one man can make the whole team better, inspire belief, even breathe life into what we’d all given up as dead.

The difficulty comes when an RGIII forgets for a moment that it is not he who is working the impossible, but God working the impossible through him. God can do this through us on any playing field and any sidelines if we hold onto Him. Or when we are in difficulty, if we let Him hold onto us.

Faith is in the holding. The wisdom comes in knowing what to hold onto.

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