Into the Fire

Die-hard football fans can be accustomed to having a party while watching their favorite team play. Not at our house. You won't be invited over to watch the game. It's strictly immediate family only. Why? Because at this house when the Seahawks play, we're all a bunch of "Ramseys". If you don't know who Ramsey is, sans the supertitious element and the Bud Lite, we're the fans at home who shout, yell at the referees (maybe mostly me), high-five, jump and celebrate, and generally embarrass ourselves.

I've been a Seahawks fan since their inception in 1976. We've had many years without good teams. So it's something very special to this football family to watch this team play. We can't help our fanaticism, but we can spare others from experiencing it directly. No invites to our home when our team plays. We don't want to frighten you.

Father, thank you for the joys in life. You know we face enough sorrows. It's a blessing to "get away" for awhile and immerse ourselves in the gifts of others. Thank you. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.