I grew up in western Pennsylvania. You know what that means? I'm a football fan. People in Pittsburgh follow football like some follow a religion.
My father loved football. He'd watch two games at once while listening to another one on the radio. When his team scored, He was out of his seat cheering with every bit of passion within him. When his team lost, he had lots to say about it. Watching dad watch football was entertainment in itself.
I'm passionate like my father. I love the Steelers, but I love God more. Once when Dad and I had one of our spiritual conversations, he chastised me for being too passionate about my religion. We both laughed at my response to him, "Hey, dad, have you ever watched yourself watch football? If you can get that excited about a game, I think it is all right for me to get excited about God." He didn't dispute my statement.
Funny, how things change when you meet God face-to-face. Football becomes frivolous and God becomes fundamental. Dad received two weeks notice of his death. I suppose you could call it his two-minute warning. He didn't talk about football--he talked about Jesus. Before he died his eyes twinkled, he smiled, and he boldly lifted his hands to Heaven. Sort of reminded me of referees calling a "touchdown!" Jesus threw him a pass, Dad ran for the goal, and scored his eternal victory! Heaven has Steeler Nation beat and that is something to jump up and shout about.
Have a splashes of serenity superbowl Sunday!
Elaine, that is such a beautiful tribute to your dad. It made me smile thinking of him lifting his arms like a touchdown!ReplyDelete
Terri, It is even more amazing since I wrote it a week ago and now my father-in-law went to Heaven on Super Bowl Sunday. We were with him to watch the game. He passed on to a better celebration! Hallelujah!!!ReplyDelete
What an amazing heritage you and Dan have. It brings tears to my eyes!ReplyDelete
I love that story about Grandad. Miss him so much. Thank you for sharing!ReplyDelete
Thanks for sharing Elaine. It is a powerful reminder of using the things our family enjoys to draw them to Jesus - your father didn't dispute you and when he called on Jesus - he scored the best touchdown he ever witnessed. And he is still witnessing through you while in heaven. Amen girl! :) LisaReplyDelete
You paint a large picture with so few words....WOW This mind picture will stay with me for a long time! Thank you Elaine !ReplyDelete
Written from the heart from a daughter who loved her dad very much. Writing from the heart is the best writing. I am glad my dad is still making a difference. Hugs.ReplyDelete