God and Gators

For those familiar with the world of sports, in particular college and professional football, you know that last evening marked the opening of the 2010 NFL draft. As many of you also know, or will come to know if you continue to frequent this blog, I am a Volunteer. As in Tennessee Volunteers. I bleed orange and white. It's been that way since the coaching days of Johnny Majors. That's my college allegiance. In the pro game, I am a die-hard Denver Broncos fan. It's been that way since the early days of the greatest QB ever, John Elway. During the first round of the draft, the Broncos picked Tim Tebow...of the Florida Gators! In case you don't know, Tennessee hates Florida. It's been that way since...well, I don't know. The only good gator should be seen as a ladies' purse or a nice pair of cowboy boots or at the local zoo. And yet I am praying that Tebow succeeds. Why? Because he is a Christian and shares the Gospel unashamedly. In Christ, we have unified purposes and minimized differences. Even to the point that Jesus can cause a Volunteer to love a Gator! Go Vols! Go Gators! Go Broncos! All for the glory of Jesus!