Contrary to popular belief, or at least the belief of some, God does not take Sunday off. No, like many of us, He watches NFL football. This should come as no surprise actually, nor that he keeps a close eye on the movie and music award shows as well. We can tell this by how many times His name is invoked in thanks for whatever has been won by some otherwise quite normal mortal.
Now I have stayed way clear of the Tim Tebow controversy and his propensity to pray in public and give thanks for every win the Denver Broncos has been able to manage this year. Given that Tebow is often called a “less than adequate” quarterback, it is easy to presume that God has lent a helping hand from time to time. Of course, what God giveth, God taketh away too, and Tebow and his team have faced a number of losses in the closing weeks of the season. All the more to strengthen his faith no doubt.
Well, if you were watching yesterday, then no doubt you were not surprised that it looked a bit grim toward the end of the game as the Pittsburg Steelers pulled even and seemed to all to have the bulk of the momentum going into the overtime.
To what to our wondering eyes did appear then, but the miracle of all miracles, as the Tebow threw one of his only passes to connect to a receiver on the fly, and fly indeed he did, down the field and across the line to end the overtime in a new NFL record time, of mere seconds.
I, of course did not realize immediately what had happened.
But I do now.
You see, our Timster here, likes to paint various bible passages under his eyes. He has several, but of course, one of his favorites is the good old John 3:16. You remember:
“For this is how God loved the world: he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life.”
Now, that is not so remarkable, except that a man, not known for his passing finesse, managed IN THE LAST PLAY OF THE GAME to pass for EXACTLY enough yardage that his total for the DAY was 316 yards. Yes, you heard me. 3:16.
And so, I now know that the Mayans were wrong. The 316th day of the year is November 11. So that is the day that the world will end. Or it will be March 16. One of the two. Prepare! Send me all your money and deeds to your homes, you won’t need it. I won’t either, but just want to roll in the money for a while until the end. Trust me.
Oh, and Troy Polamalu, just keep looking so cute. See ya in the clouds! Sorry that Samson thing didn’t impress the Boss.
Did ya see the debates? Nothing much to see; it was pretty much a bust I thought. Newty barely got warmed up. But Huntsman may be gaining a bit. New Hampshirites like to play it close to the vest.
This last arrived in my e-mail via Facebook a few days ago. The only author I can discern is “Alan Showers”. But I thought it quite amusing, so I thought you might enjoy it too.
This appears old, as I now see, but some of these related links are different I think. Anyway, have fun.