Remember the...Cowboys

Women who don't watch football with their husbands don't know what they're missing. Now I know not all wives (or husbands for that matter) enjoy sports. But Mike and I have so much fun cheering for our teams (thankfully the Southwest Conference split years ago, and Arkansas and A&M haven't played each other since), and laughing at commercials, and being together. And ESPN's Kirk Herbstreet is one fine announcer.
Another perk is getting to witness moments like I did last night, when Michael Irvin was inducted into the NFL Hall of Fame. (Click here to watch a clip.) Wow. He stood up after Jerry Jones introduced him, visibly moved, and when he bowed his head, I thought he was trying to compose himself. Then he began, "Father, thank you for the love you have shown to me, and for my spiritual father, T.D. Jakes..." and went on to pray for the family of the man inducted before him, who had Alzheimers and was unable to speak, and closed his prayer in Jesus' name. He was openly repentant of his bad choices through the years, publicly apologizing to his wife and sons, and humble about his fears and shortcomings. It was very moving.
Now I know many celebrities claim to give glory to God and then live like the devil, and none of us can know for sure another's heart. And I know Michael Irvin could be in the headlines tomorrow on another drug charge. That's why our faith is in God and not people. But I also know that God is more than able to forgive and redeem Michael Irvin, Deion Sanders, and even me. I'm so thankful to be saved, not by the God of second chances, but by the God of eternal forgiveness, for those who are washed in the blood of His Son.
Who knew football could be so inspiring?