I tried as I have tried many times before, but I just couldn’t do it. Jason has been watching the NBA finals lately, and because I somehow have a family obsessed with sports, I thought I would enter their world and try to watch a game last night. I would like to pause here to say that I do fill out a bracket for March Madness which takes me five minutes. It takes Jason much longer. And yet somehow, I beat him every single time. (He loves when I say, “paralysis by analysis, babe.” and then offer a few pointers.)
But I’m not talking about my mad skillz with choosing winning teams for the tourney, I’m talking about how I have such good intentions to enter his world by watching a basketball game with him. I begin, but somehow can’t stick with it to the very end. At first it’s kind of exciting. This guy shoots in his basket, then that guy shoots in the other basket. Once in a while there are fouls and the resulting foul shots. And there are time outs, which means lots of commercial breaks. And that’s that. But about a hundred times over until somebody wins.
At some point a little distraction will occur. My phone dings. Beth just tweeted something clever. I have to respond. It takes me a while to think of a clever little follow up tweet. That reminds me, I need to follow up on that facebook invitation to somebody’s Norwex party. And before you know it, my eyes are getting heavy, I have a strong urge to read Jane Austin. I head to bed…not knowing whether the Heat or the Mavericks won. And I truly don’t lose sleep over it. In fact, pondering the game helps put me to sleep.
Do I get any wife points for good intentions? I don’t know. Jason has no expectation that I’ll watch the game with him. He thinks it’s kind of cute when I vent about that traitor, LeBron James, and how I don’t want that team to win. I think that team is the Heat. Yes, that would make sense because they’re from Miami which is hot. But Dallas is hot, too. (is it hot in Dallas?) Oh well. I’ll get another shot at watching a game tomorrow night. I’ll let you know how I do. Please no distracting tweets or facebook invitations on Thursday during game time.
Warning: Serious shift in blog post is about to take place
While I’m talking about good intentions and lack of follow through, I have to confess a far more serious area where I seem to start well, get distracted, and then drift off into a spiritual slumber. This area is keeping the gospel central in my life. My pastors have taught this so well to our church. I have read really good, inspiring books about it. I have even taught and written on the glories of the gospel and how they relate to an ordinary woman’s ordinary life. The thing is, I drift away from this truth. I get distracted by legalism, self sufficiency, condemnation, sinful comparison, self righteousness, and so many other things I’m probably not even aware of. My flesh and the devil hate the gospel, so I’m sure they conspire together to encourage that dangerous drift. Scary thing is, I can even use the gospel vernacular, almost out of habit, without really being affected and changed by what I am saying! I don’t want this blog to become a vehicle for reducing the gospel to a vocabulary or a technique. I want to remind myself of why I need to keep the gospel central in my life. I want to stop and consider where the gospel can connect to times of trial and testing, times of transition, times of blessing, and all the other times that make up the daily-ness of life.
So I’m getting back to what I truly love writing about: how the gospel, the truth that Jesus, who is fully God, came to earth as a man to live the perfect life I could never live, die on the cross bearing the curse my sins deserve, and was raised from the dead ensuring His victory over Satan, sin, and death – relates to my life as a Christian woman. I would love if you joined me!