I like Peyton Manning. I don’t know Peyton Manning, have never met Peyton Manning, but from what I see, hear and read I like Peyton Manning. Repeat the following sentence and insert the name Tom Brady.
So it was with mixed feelings that we watched yesterday’s game. [Side note: We watched the last ten minutes of the fourth quarter during our praise team practice last night. This produced some interesting syllabic enunciation in certain songs.]
Though I would have been okay with the Patriots winning I was pulling for Peyton. Random thought: That might be a good title for a song (Pulling for Peyton) or perhaps an album?
I know some of you don’t get into football all that much. That’s okay. You may still be able to enter the pearly gates. It was a good game. A great comeback and a thrilling march down the field and score when you must with the game on the line moment.
Here is the quote that stands out from the articles I’ve read today from those sportswriters who covered the game:
"I said a little prayer on that last drive," Manning said. "I don’t know if you’re supposed to pray for stuff like that, but I said a little prayer."
We could talk, with great merit, about the futility of praying for a football game and how much God doesn’t care about football (tell that to the Dallas Cowboy fans) but don’t these words reveal the uncertainty, or humility, we bring to prayer in almost every other area of our life?