Friday, January 26, 2007

Dearest God,

The word is out! I'm willing to do the absurd, the outrageous to collect 1,000 cans of soup on Souper Sunday at our church. We're going to fill the pews with Colts fans! For 250 cans of soup I'm willing to wear Colts attire and lead a cheer. For 500 cans I will select a person to paint my face Colts blue. (If someone brings 50 cans, they will have the privilege of painting the canvas) For 1000 cans (can you believe it?) I will select a person to spray paint my hair blue. (If someone brings 100 cans, they can be the hair artist!)

The fever is rising! People are searching for Colts wear but hearing the words, "Sorry, sold out!" I've got to find someone who will loan me the clothes! Shirt, pants, socks (what else do players wear?) I also need a Colts football (or at least one that looks like it). I'm willing to sing a ditty, run down the center aisle for a goal, then do a touchdown dance. A fool for Christ!

Our city is excited about the Superbowl! Millions will be spent on parties, gear, hats, and heaven only knows what else. For a non sports fan, even I am revving up. (I sure wouldn't do the paint and hair spray for anything else!)

But what excites me is preaching on February 4. I'm going to stand with St. Paul. We're going to tell the world about running toward the goal. Of chasing after Christ. Of living the most passionate life possible. An eternal goal post waits for enthusiasts!

I want to be passionate for you, dear God. I want to channel my energy toward reaching you. I want to touch the spiritual goal. I want to do the touchdown dance, one that indicates my joy in you. I want to wear your number, your color, sing your song. I want to be yours!

You are Number One,
Almighty God.
To you all glory belongs.
The cheers from heaven
and earth rise up to you.
From players who carry the long ball,
who are willing to run the race,
to reach the goal.
Let my whole body
run with you.
Let my whole self
be in the game,
the eternal game.
Let me erupt in praise,
for the God of the Universe.
Let my heart burst
in love for you.

Eternally yours, Andrea