I’m out after church Sunday, eating with my folks, and a pair of older folks bring their grandson into the restaurant for Sunday dinner. I can’t help noticing the kid’s shirt: it says, in big bold, white letters, “Jesus”, and underneath, with no other obvious explanation, is…a football. Jesus, football. Nothing else. I’m thinking, what is the message that the kid is attempting to convey to the world? Jesus…football. So I thought I’d Google “Jesus football”, and I found the following picture:
I mean, as far as I can tell, Jesus is executing the pitch just as the blitzing linebacker closes for the tackle; we’re left to wonder if the back breaks it to the outside for a long run.
Weird, ain’t it, just…weird.