Lutherans and the Super Bowl

This Sunday reminds me of a day a few years ago, while I was still living in So. Cal., after I had left the abusive church I described in my first blog, TH in SoC. I had started to attend a Lutheran church a few miles from my house. Even then, I had discerned that the Lutherans were sensible, no-drama types. That's not to say, however, that they didn't have a few colorful characters in their midst.

One lady in particular comes to mind. When I met her, she was in her mid-70's at least. One Sunday after service, she asked me, "So, are you going home to watch the Superbowl?"

"Superbowl?" I repeated stupidly. Then, "Oh, yeah, it's today, isn't it?"

"Yes!" she said. "I just love watching all those bodies crashing into each other!"

That got a chuckle out of me. On a later occasion, I asked her, "So, you really like football. What do you think about soccer?"

"Soccer's for sissies," she said. "All they ever do is run around a lot."

Norma, if you're still alive and if you ever read this, I dedicate this Sunday to you. May your game-watching experience be pleasant and blessed. And may the Saints win. (What's that? You're rooting for the Colts?)