Mixed up kinda day

I love football season.  I am in my glory today…football of some sort has been on the television since 11AM.  I’ve been dying since I heard about Tom Brady’s knee injury.  Part of me wants to believe that he’ll bounce back and be on the field next weekend, ready to lead the team to the Superbowl.  But–the realistic part of me is worried that it’s a season-ending injury.  Matt Cassel did a good job this weekend, so there is hope for the season.

But, you know what?  As much as I love football, there are things in life that are more important.  It’s not that I didn’t know it. 

There are real people, who have real issues, who are living real lives in the real world.  People in the tropical islands are being decimated this year with the steady stream of tropical storms that have pummeled them.  The Gulf Coast of the US is holding its collective breath, waiting to see what path Ike is going to take.  I know that the governor of Louisiana is preparing for the worst, hoping for the best. 

I have been digging deep for the last few days, trying to answer questions that have been raised to me, questions that I have asked myself.  I feel like I’m looking at myself in the mirror and trying to come to answer questions that are not quantifiable.  If you were to ask me what happens when sodium and chlorine react, I could tell you that sodium chloride (table salt) and heat are produced.  We could get the elements, perform the experiment, and get a quantifiable result.  If you asked me how to drive from Woodbury, NJ to Boston, MA, I could give you step by step directions, including good places to stop if you need to use the restroom, grab a quick Starbucks coffee or just take a nice break from your drive.  You can go online and make sure that my directions are accurate–if there is actually a Starbucks off that exit of the Merritt Parkway, etc.  But if you ask me why bad things happen to good people, I can answer you, providing Biblical references.  If you don’t believe that the Bible is true, are my answers then quantifiable?  If you ask me if God exists, I can tell you what I believe and explain to you why I believe what I believe.  But, how can you quantify, how can I prove, that what I’ve said to you is true? 

Again, I pose the question to you, why do you believe what you believe?

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