I'll admit it...there's more to life than football

All right I said it. I feel like a room full of people should clap or something.

I was just reading this blog on Lent and it got me thinking about how the things that people say in passing can have such and impact on us especially as children.

In the early nineties my family attended a local "March for Jesus". Being a kid I couldn't begin to tell you what it was we were doing there except walking up the street, I think we may have been singing. I'm not sure. I'm sure there was music of some kind. (I was a very happy-go-lucky and oblivious child, hm I might still be those things) When the "marching" was all done and everyone was headed back to their cars, my best friend's father, who had suffered from polio as a child, was clearly in some pain and someone offered to go and get a car and pick him up so he didn't have to walk back to his car. And he said, if my Jesus can carry his cross to Calvary for me I can walk back to my car for Him.

I'm not Catholic (but I married one) and every year at Lent when the question of sacrifice comes up and I think of my friend's father and understand a little better what was done on my behalf.

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