Edge of Glory

It's a good thing Monday is labor day so that I can recover from my weekend so far. This weekend I lived life as the ultimate sports fan would. Yes I went to 3 football games, 3 nights in a row, to watch my 3 favorite teams play. I left work early Thursday to have dinner with my fam then to catch the Panthers/Steelers game with Dad over a Blue Moon (im talking about the beer, not an artsy term for the sky). As far as Friday, there is nothing better to do in Gaffney than cheer on the Indians at the Reservation, as they wipe the floor with teams like Greenwood. My old yet current pal Erica and I braved the storms and cheered on our old school but left at halftime when the rain got to be annoying. And on Saturday, the best game of the weekend went down in Charlotte when the Gamecocks not-so-easily beat ECU. This all was a swell way to spend my labor day weekend and the start of the football season. As you can tell, me and Cal are ready for another heart-wrenching season of Gamecock football!

Now let's talk about something that's greater than football: In my ever-growing need for Jesus, I love to learn over and over that nothing about life is actually about me. I get psyched to think about what Christ did for us. Not to prove that He can die on a cross and be awesome, but that He loves me enough to get me out of the sin I was born with and will never be able to get out of by myself. I like almost everything John Piper says, but I came across this: "There is only one explanation for God's sacrifice for us. It is not us. It is the riches of His grace, it is all free. It's not a response to our worth. It's the overflow of His infinite worth. In fact, it is what divine love is about in the end: a passion to enthrall undeserving sinners, at great cost, with what will make us sepremely happy forever, namely, His infinite beauty." I mean, not even the fact that He came to die for us is actually about us. I've been thinking about that this week (yea just thinking about it, because I sure don't understand it). And I tell ya it's much better than all the stuff I tend to think/worry about that won't matter past next week, much less close to eternity. Everything He does is for the purpose of making His name greater than mine. Lady Gaga, you don't know nothin' bout glory.

Also, the QOTD:
Me: "Today is Bickell's birthday! Let me text her!"
Erica: "Oh cool, September 4th?"
Me: "What's today?"
Erica: "September 4th."
Me: "Then yea."