February 04, 2009 Whew! What a play at the end of the big game, right? Of course, most of the people who know me won't be surprised to hear I really didn't pay much attention to the game. Oh—I saw Santonio Holmes keep his feet on the ground—because the news replayed it often enough that I got it. But what really impressed me was what he said this morning—that the first thing he did after the game was feed his kids.
During the game I was actually more preoccupied with the interview I had heard a day or two before with Kurt Warners and his wife Brenda—in which Brenda admitted that she really didn't like (or get) football when she met him. I'm not sure she does even now, but she is his number one supporter—and together they have a wonderful testimony. Trivia like that, I get.
I saw the high-energy Bruce Springsteen segment, but, while I was impressed with the energy, it didn't grab me like the poem I was trying to read and process at the moment—a little poem patterned after Psalm 139. Richard J. De Waard had penned an Alzheimer's version which reads, in part, like this:
...God sees your tangled thoughts;
He knows them straight.
He knows when you're not here
And where you are when you're gone.
He knows your ways.
Isn't that wonderful? There's more, but I would probably break some rules by quoting the whole thing without permission. If you want to know where to find the poem in its entirety, call me and I'll let you know.
In the meantime—mull it over along with the big plays from yesterday's game. Let it shape your thinking.