I’ve been kind of quiet lately — just haven’t been fired up about much with all the responsibilities outside of the blogosphere. But I’ve been thinking again (and you know how dangerous that can be).

I’ve been thinking about an old saw that preacher’s love to repeat —
“In my life I’ve learned two things: There is a God, and I’m not Him.”

As I bump elbows with my congregation and with my friends (physically and via the Internet) I’m discovering that while most people are comfortable with the fact that they are not God, often God is not God for them either.

Here are some of the replacements we regularly substitute for God:
(insert favorite sport here)
. . .

I could go on, but you get the idea. And for many Americans, it seems that the sport du’jour is what takes the place of the One True God. Especially guilty are those of us who serve Christ as ministers.

We find ways to pipe special games into our worship centers in the guise of outreach. We spend more time worshiping our team than we do our Lord.

At the risk of sounding overly pious or stuffed into my halo too tightly, I think that it might be worth our while to let God be God. Because I’ve learned a thing or two in my life: There is a God, and it ain’t football.