Praying for Victory
There’s been a good bit of praying in advance of this Super Bowl.
In the play-off’s, Tim Tebow dropped to one knee and thanked God, dramatically, for every touchdown. Still, he didn’t make it to the big game.
Then there is Tom Brady’s wife, Gisele Bundchen, the Brazilian supermodel who emailed family and friends this week, imploring their prayers. “I feel Tommy really needs our prayer, our support and love at this time,” she wrote. “So I kindly ask all of you to join me on this positive chain and pray for him, so he can feel confident, healthy and strong. Envision him happy and fulfilled experiencing with his team a victory this Sunday,” urged Bundchen.
Since I imagine there are some player-prayers among the New York Giants today, I feel sorry for God, having to decide which one will be the winner. I feel a little like Yogi Berra. Seeing a batter cross himself, Yogi said, “Can we just leave God out of this?”
But since apparently we can’t, here’s a good one.
There’s a plane crash on the way to the Pro Bowl, and three quarterbacks are suddenly before the throne of God. Eli Manning steps forward and God says, “What do you believe, Eli?” And the Giant quarterback says, “Well, I believe in God and all, I guess I just wasn’t as fervent as some people.” God replies, “That’s ok, Eli, come sit at my left hand.”
Then Tim Tebow steps forward and God says, “What do you believe, Tim?” And Tebow does a Tebow of course. “I believe in YOU! And I believe in your Son Jesus, who is my only Lord and Savior!” God says, “Very well, Tim, come sit at my right hand.”
Finally Tom Brady steps forward and God says, “What do you believe, Tom?” Brady says, “I believe you’re sitting in my chair.”
Nice one David!
Hi John–Nice to hear from you!
I feel sorry for God too! And I wasn’t expecting the ending at all — loved it as I always love your posts.
Susan
Yogi Berra had it exactly right, dear father. Alas, if only the God-boobs on the athletic fields all over this country — not to detract or distract from your your well-intentioned God-humor here, you understand — would do their “praying” in a quiet, non-public place on their own time. I mean, isn’t it fair to assume God is busy with slightly more important things? Like, say, poverty and disease across the globe?