It was a mistake.
During the coin toss, at the start of the Overtime period, the referee asked the player which side of the field they wanted to play. He chose to go against the wind. I think the radio announcer stuttered a little bit then. Against the wind? Into the 20 mile per hour gusts that had disrupted and disturbed the game for the whole day, causing errant passes and strange bounces?
Surely he was mistaken.
Until that final pass, the last ditch attempt, grabbed by that same wind and thrown off course, fluttering into the hands of the opposing team’s player, winning the game for the previously seemingly mistaken player.
So that turned out pretty well after all.
Football may be proof that God is the Lord of all things after all.
The wind blows where it chooses, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit. John 3:8
There is, as it seems to us, a certain randomness to the events of life. Like a strange wind blowing in a football game, there are just too many factors in life beyond our reach, out of our control. For many, that is exactly proof against the existence of any God, for such a divine presence ought to bring a greater order to the creation. Things ought to make sense. There should be no suffering, no wrong, no strangeness, no error. Any God worth his divinity in such thinking would not allow it, but rather bring all things to their proper end by some measure of merit or worth.
There should be no strange winds. But what fun would that be?
In fact, the randomness of life is precisely very proof of the existence of God, found in the knowledge that there are forces that defy control or definition, that will not be subjected to human will or mind. We are merely players in the game, called to give our greatest exertion over forces within our control and our utmost trust in the face of those we cannot.
And to know this:
Somehow, in defiance of logic and physics, God makes from our stumbles, mistakes, faults and brokenness a world and a life. Somehow, though we cannot know how, his Spirit moves through history and time and brings forth the most amazing ends, writes the most wonderful stories, saves us from our greatest foe and delivers us from our own smallness.
God, it seems, laughs even more at our mistakes than he does at the pretension of our plans.
And so the wind blows.
During the coin toss, at the start of the Overtime period, the referee asked the player which side of the field they wanted to play. He chose to go against the wind. I think the radio announcer stuttered a little bit then. Against the wind? Into the 20 mile per hour gusts that had disrupted and disturbed the game for the whole day, causing errant passes and strange bounces?
Surely he was mistaken.
Until that final pass, the last ditch attempt, grabbed by that same wind and thrown off course, fluttering into the hands of the opposing team’s player, winning the game for the previously seemingly mistaken player.
So that turned out pretty well after all.
Football may be proof that God is the Lord of all things after all.
The wind blows where it chooses, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit. John 3:8
There is, as it seems to us, a certain randomness to the events of life. Like a strange wind blowing in a football game, there are just too many factors in life beyond our reach, out of our control. For many, that is exactly proof against the existence of any God, for such a divine presence ought to bring a greater order to the creation. Things ought to make sense. There should be no suffering, no wrong, no strangeness, no error. Any God worth his divinity in such thinking would not allow it, but rather bring all things to their proper end by some measure of merit or worth.
There should be no strange winds. But what fun would that be?
In fact, the randomness of life is precisely very proof of the existence of God, found in the knowledge that there are forces that defy control or definition, that will not be subjected to human will or mind. We are merely players in the game, called to give our greatest exertion over forces within our control and our utmost trust in the face of those we cannot.
And to know this:
Somehow, in defiance of logic and physics, God makes from our stumbles, mistakes, faults and brokenness a world and a life. Somehow, though we cannot know how, his Spirit moves through history and time and brings forth the most amazing ends, writes the most wonderful stories, saves us from our greatest foe and delivers us from our own smallness.
God, it seems, laughs even more at our mistakes than he does at the pretension of our plans.
And so the wind blows.
