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Life is a Contact Sport


Getting ready for our home opener in football and geared up to watch my Freshman and my Senior play their hearts out!

A football game is such an awesome visual of all that is life!  Life is and should be lived as a contact sport!  Full force. 

Football is a full contact sport:  So is life, spiritual life, family, church and work.  Hit it hard with everything you have whether you are the guy with the ball or blocking and tackling or the awesome man who painted our lines and made the field look so nice or the Grandma who sacrificed to get to the game. 

In life as in football we don't want to leave anything on the field.  We want to say that we gave it all we had!

Takes all Positions:  Each member on the team plays a critical role on and off the field.  The long summer conditioning hours, the way you live your life to the passion on the sidelines.  The radio announcer, the chain guys (and gals), the cheerleaders, dance team, band, players and community fans.  The Aunts and Uncles, Grandmas and Grandpas, brothers who call from a distance, church family...who pray and yell like crazy people.  The Dads.  The Moms.  The coaches and the High School Cheering Section.

Play with Heart and Passion:  Whatever our role.  Play it with everything we have.  If it is cheering...then cheer with passion and heart.  If it is playing....then play hard and smart.  If it is the community support...then support whole hearted.  

Life is not "one leg in and one leg out" or a living together type of thing.  Life is jumping in!  Jumping in and Staying in until it is done.


We have different gifts, according to the grace given us. If a man’s gift is prophesying, let him use it in proportion to his faith. If it is serving, let him serve; if it is teaching, let him teach; if it is encouraging, let him encourage; if it is contributing to the needs of others, let him give generously; if it is leadership, let him govern diligently; if it is showing mercy, let him do it cheerfully. Ro. 12



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