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for life.


yeah, they lost.  it happens.  two teams play; one has to win and one has to lose.  that's just the way it goes.  i could choose to mope and complain and be a complete grouch about it, or i can choose to celebrate what i love about athletics, competition, football, and the pittsburgh steelers.  i choose the latter.

it was a great season, however up and down.  it was a crazy roller coaster ride, with more thrills than chills, and i, for one, am happy to have ridden it.

it was interesting to have an nfl game late on saturday night.  i am normally in bed by around 10pm on saturday nights, with plenty to think about as i prepare to lead worship the next morning.  but this weekend i tired to have every t crossed and i dotted before the 8:15pm kickoff.  as soon as the final whistle blew, and the season came to an end, i was already mentally preparing for worship in the morning, and by the time sunday morning came around, and i was about the work of proclaiming Good News into the dark places, the significance of a football game, even one involving a team i love so dearly, fell into proper perspective.  it's only a game.  a beautiful, broken, game, played by real people with real lives.  and so i congratulate the men who are pittsburgh steelers, and all the women and men who are a part of the organization.  to you all i say: great job this year.  i am proud to be a part of it, even if only as a fan.  hold your heads up high, and don't forget what is really important in life.  i will be rooting for you all through the off-season, the draft, ota's and into training camp.  and more importantly, i will be rooting for you as human beings, to live abundantly, and to love deeply...for life.  no matter what.   here we go, steelers, here we go!

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