In the office in London yesterday I was listening to “the boys.” They were discussing football as usual (soccer – as a certain country calls it).
Geeky nerdy stuff. Inside leg measurement stuff. Pros and cons kind of stuff. My team your team kind of stuff. History and politics with the big clubs. Names, tactics, strategies, statistics … all that kind of nerdy stuff. All day long! All week long mostly (when “what to have for lunch” or Friday Nibbles has been dealt with in equal detail). Their usual makes the day go round kind of stuff.
And they talked and laughed and joked. Disagreements being the cause for raucous laghter and more jokes. And some weeks they go and play in the evening. Their own miniscule rag-tag footie team. In their rag-tag footie strip. Playing against another bunch as rag-tag or more polished.
Winning in this rag-tag team? Nah. Just the playing. That’s the fun.
I like to kick a ball around every now and then. I like to watch a match on tv every now and then. I have a favourite team as a sentimental attachment. I like football. And I just love the fun they get from their geekiness.
But to a “serious fan” – a “serious supporter”? I am a Lost World kinda guy.
But I know they love football. I see them disagree – and all agree. Because it shows. All the time. I love that in them! I love their geekiness. I love how they “do” football. Because – underneath it all – I love football. Just not the same way as them.
And my pondering?
We all – always – see how others “do” their passion. Because we all have passion about something.
And they do see the way we “do“ God. Because they “do” passion – like football – with love.
And they do see the way we “do’ God – this Lost World – we want to save.
From themselves. From the way they do love.
Make them all love the way we “do” love.