God and the Giants

It is no secret, I love the San Francisco Giants as much as Bono loves sunglasses and religious ambiguity. My whole life I have loved baseball, the situational aspect of the game, the what-ifs and the could haves, the hand eye coordination, the 3-1 counts and sacrifice bunts. I am getting excited just thinking about it. I am even more excited because as some of you may be aware, the Giants are playing for their first World Series Championship in 56 years and tonight could be the night.

Now you may think to yourself, "Peter, why would you like a baseball team for so long that hasn't ever won a world series in the town that it currently resides?" or "Didn't the Giants lose 100 games the year you were born? Surely that can't be a good sign." The reason I love the Giants is because I love them. Do they have any bearing on anything else that happens in the world other than releasing endorphins to hundreds of thousands of Giants fans tonight? No. If they don't win the World Series will I go into a serious depression where my main source of nutrients are derived from the special sauce of a KFC double down? Probably.

But that's just it, the Giants don't matter, the dodgers definitely don't matter (also I didn't capitalize dodgers on purpose, they aren't worthy of such an honor) baseball doesn't matter, Brian Wilson's beard, where emotion goes to die, doesn't matter either, but don't tell it that, it may eat your soul.

John 5:44 says this, "How can you believe, when you receive glory from one another and you do not seek the glory that is from the one and only God?"

We are called to glorify God first, can we do that as the Giants win and in the process ruin every dodger fan's comeback since 1963 of, "You've never even won a world series in San Francisco."?

Sure we can.

But God must be glorified through it all.

Go Giants!

Bless God!