The Olympics in review

Ok, ironic, I know.

I have already confessed and turned in my "Merica card for not being a huge Olympic viewer.  It's not just the olympics ... it's sports in general.  Really don't like watching them on TV.  In person, I like some of them, especially if there's someone for me to talk to, but on TV, not so much.  I've even joked that my TV doesn't "play sports" ... yeh, no one really believes it.  Somehow they can all find ESPN. 

All of that to say, I like the stories of the olympians.  So, I've enjoyed the backstories, the family stuff, the how they got there stories.  Just don't make me watch all of those events.  I mean, Trampoline and air gun, really???  When wii bowling makes its appearance, it's all me!

But, this morning, we were talking in church about God thinking we are a kinda big deal.  I love it.  Because He does.  If we were competing in some ridiculous event, He'd be there.  As a matter of fact, He is ... in all of the big and littles of our lives, He's there, cheering us on as if we were about to be a white kid winning in track and field (a kinda big deal)!

And I got to thinking about Aly Raisman's parents.  You had to have seen them (I mean, if I did ...).  And mostly, I thought, thank God those are not my parents.  But then today, I thought of them again ... that is how crazy obsessed God is with every little detail of our lives!!

There's also this account from the swimming competition:
NBC producer Dan Beard was in the stands and heard a man shouting, "That's my son! That's my son!" He quickly ordered cameras to catch video of Le Clos' sobbing father, his head wrapped in a South African flag.

How can you not tear up thinking of God standing and saying "That's my kid!!"?  I think the sight of the parents at the games this past week has reminded me in ways I needed to remember that God is for us ... but not in that mundane, politically correct, reserved way that we sometimes picture, but in the full on, full out, come on, weave and swerve, scream and yell, cry tears of job and tears of sorrow kind of passionate, crazy way that parents love their kids. 

And whether we are winning a gold in gymnastics or serving breakfast to the homeless, He's just as thrilled.  I am glad!