Jesus loves the Rockies. Jesus loves premium hamburgers. And Jesus loves me. I could have been a Gospel writer. I feel like Eli could have covered the Christ beat with John, Luke, Mark, and Matthew, back in the day.
As a Religious Studies minor, I’ve always likened the four Gospel writers are sports scribes, all assigned to the same beat.
Today, I’m on a cool site called The Wondering Brain, to explore a topic I’d been reluctant to address on my own pages: Religion. Don’t worry, I don’t get all preachy. I tell tales that might embarrass my children and family as a whole.
These girls ask great questions. Sometimes, though, it’s not at the most opportune time. Like, in the waning moments of a tense NFL playoff game. Or, while the grill is in full flame. Or, I’ve got both hands on a gorgeous slice of pizza.
I try to jot them down on anything I can get my hands on, but I’m looking at a pile next to my laptop that includes a 2012 Carolina Panthers media guide, a cardboard box of crap I cleaned out from my car on Saturday, and an ESPN the Magazine with a jinxy cover of Colin Kaepernick.