My poet-biker buddies like to say, "Life is too short to smoke turds."
So as long as we have the freedom to be who God designed us to be which never inhibits others from being who God designed them to be because God is not double-minded like us, we're obsessed with driving what we want to drive, eating what we want to eat, wearing what we want to wear, inking if we want to ink, and exercising our Constitutional rights punctuated by its amendments.
Confessionally more than parenthetically, I'll always be an iron pony and truck guy, never eat stewed tomatoes because they look like blood clots, resist the kinds of church clothes and clergy egotisms mocked by Jesus in Matthew 23, wear tats around my neck than on my skin because I'm a weenie, and die for America's Constitution inspired by Christocentrically Biblical principles.
Which brings Ken Burns, Colin Kaepernick, the Steelers, and...to mind.
Until PBS teamed with Ken Burns and Lynn Novick on The Vietnam War with great musical backgrounds and undertones choreographed by Nine Inch Nails and others, I'd almost forgotten why I liked JFK so much yet loathed LBJ and RMN.
JFK had fresh idealism like President Obama accentuated by Matthew 10:16 common sense and oratory eloquence cradling as well as communicating substance.
LBJ and RMN were dirty rotten scoundrels who lied in secret, on tape, and wherever two or three are not gathered in His name. They sacrificed nearly 60K Americans and millions of VC and their country's citizens at the altar of personal pride and ambition. I cannot imagine how they will explain Matthew 25 to Jesus.
Until Colin Kaepernick and his comrades like the Steelers decided to disrespect what our flag represents - mostly out of ignorance not intellect like sheep not being led to salvation - I'd almost forgotten that professional sports are legal narcotics that mean nothing in the end while providing a temporal escape from life's meanness, madness, misery, and miscreance in the meantime.
I've always applauded sports as a way for people to come together and overcome their color, class, and cultural discriminations, segregations, and degradations as they cheered and celebrated common identity as fans.
While there's not much that I can add to the cacophony of comments about their behaviors on the sidelines of America's teams and values, there may be one word to describe responses to these overpaid-for-playing-kids'-games-spoiled-and-entitled-anti-American-heroes who have trashed and maybe destroyed the one place where all Americans found unity amid diversity and increasingly hostile partisanships.
We've always idolized our professional athletes; and we've looked the other way so often at their immature and often criminal behaviors.
Yes, most professional athletes are not better or worse than vous or moi; but there are too many of 'em who have proven to be money-grubbing-women-groping-dope-smoking miscreants who would be abhorred if not so adored by their idolatrous fans.
Idolatry is taking away the attention, affection and allegiance due God alone and giving it to someone or something else; which explains people wearing more team jerseys than crosses and spending more time, energy, and cash on their idols than God.
Idolatry causes us to look the other way even when our idols ignore, defy, or labor to undermine and destroy principles, values, and matters eternally as well as existentially more important than...games.
Idolatry causes us to rationalize the lies and sins of LBJ, RMN, CK, the Steelers, denominations, Democrats, Republicans, reflections in all mirrors, and...
I don't know.
Frankly, there are many more important things going on around the globe and country than...children's games being played by adults who really think they're some kinda warriors who deserve to be paid more than people who are doing a heaven of a lot more for people than entertaining and anesthetizing from what's real, crucial, needed, and...Christlike.
So now that the idolatry has been exposed, maybe there will be a shift of attention, affection, and allegiance along with time, energy, and cash from them to...
If you get it/Him, don't hold your breath.
If you don't, better hope He does.
As for me, I've got to deal with my first reaction to the events of last Sunday and since: "Well, at least the Yankees and Cubs weren't involved."
Idolatry is insidious.
Blessings and Love!