"We all have idols," said Brian. Yep, heard it! I have heard it, and if you asked me if I believed it I would say yes. But if I asked myself if I actually believed it, I would have to honestly say, no. Not until this past Sunday.
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I should probably mention that the night before was a history making basketball game. My Wolfpack dominated against Chapel Hill. After years or a continual losing streak, the win got every NCSU fan a little excited.... and a little boastful, and prideful, and even a little mean. If you were on any source of social media the past few days you have read the fights. The absolutely ridiculous fights. All over this game. Maybe you aren't a state fan or a Carolina fan, but you are probably a fan of some kind. If you aren't: you absolutely know at least one man who obsesses over His favorite team.
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Brian listed Idols that may be in the lives of the congregation Money. Clothes. Cars. Homes. Jobs... and so on. He then mentioned the big win the night before, lighting up the faces of many in the congregation. Then he added to the list of idols .... sports. "If you can look at a fan of the opposing team and feel hatred toward them without even knowing them, sports is probably a idol in your life," He said. I thought to myself, "HAHAHA, I bet there are a lot of convicted people right now."Mainly, my selfish thought probably came from the fact I still after being told my entire life, didn't truly believe their were idols in my life. That night I remembered something I tweeted the night before while cheering on my wolfpack....
Are you kidding me!?! There are about 20 different problems with this, one being that I thought other people should feel convicted but didn't for a second, feel convicted myself. But lets focus on this: I strongly disliked a large group of people because of the color of their shirt, and the cheers exiting their mouths. To defend myself a small amount, the girl standing behind me was screaming absolutely ridiculous things. But really, that is no excuse at all.
Since this epiphany, I have thought about the other idols in my life. The mornings I stress out about what to wear but never consider praying over my day. The desire of money and stuff and things that daily enter into my life, mainly during time spent on pintrest. The way I value earthly friendships over the friendship with my Savior. The list could go on for days.
But lets just agree on this. Though it was glorious, what happened on Saturday was just a game. It was people on a wood floor throwing a ball around. If we are in a good/bad mood this week because of the outcome, if we have been arguing with people about if UNC and state are a rivalry or not. If our hope is in the anticipation of the rankings and statistic, or if final score is in our thoughts more than things that actually matter. We might have ourselves an idol.
Just a friendly reminder.... it is just a game!
Love, Yo girl Jordan
GO PACK! |
(Disclaimer: Being happy, celebrating, talking about, and being prideful of the win is not wrong... if it is done in a healthy matter, and we can honestly say we put more hope in our Savior than our Basketball team!)