The Not-So-Super Bowl

This is the first time I have felt driven to write a blogpost right after writing another one on www.caregiving.com. It's called "My Soapbox" there. But the topic is so pertinent and timely, I just can't help myself.

It pertains to the Superbowl game last night. Like everyone else, I get fired up about the game, but from a whole different perspective than most people. My readers here understand all too well the challenges of my life as a caregiver, so I don't have to describe to you what it's like to live with someone with a brain injury and its resulting dementia.

My problem with football is that we are being entertained by watching men, and unfortunately our youth, getting battered in ways that will affect them for the rest of their lives. The most insidious injury though to me is that of brain or head injury, concussions.

They used to call it "getting your bell rung". You can imagine how the sound of that makes me cringe, because it illustrates the lighthearted attitude of past years, before we knew much about the workings of the brain. I heard a TV commentator say recently that we have learned more about the brain in the last five years than we knew for centuries before that.

So the stark reality is that with football players retiring or leaving the game for various reasons, we have seen symptoms of a disorder that has been identified as chronic traumatic encephalopathy. It has been undeniably linked with repeated concussions that some of these players sustain over their careers in the league. It was previously thought to occur only with professional boxers, but has now been linked with the sport of football as well.

Young people are particularly in danger, and that is the sad part about us dragging our feet about doing something about the problem. We are putting their delicate brains in jeopardy, and all for the sake of the game. I realize sports are good for kids. But there has to be safer methods to foster team spirit and boost self-esteem, without the competitiveness and injuries to their bodies that we are encouraging.

OK, I'll get off my second soapbox today. Read the book "The League of Denial" for more information!

"Doing Church"

One thing that was said at a vespers service at church last night has given me alot to think about. After a rousing song service, the visiting preacher, knowing it was a college campus gathering, said at the very beginning how happy he was that they were all there, not to "do church", but to worship the Living God. It was blisteringly cold outside, by the way, which indicated the devotion of those who did make it out and over to the church sanctuary in subzero weather.

Since today was God's day of worship, I once again attended my usual place of worship with fellow believers. And I have given that expression about "doing church" some examination. Does coming to church every week constitute just "doing church" or is the act of regular attendance a sign that you are doing it for the proper reason of worshiping God?

After all, if we have a serious intention of worshiping God as prescribed in His Holy Word, won't we be found in God's house every week? The Bible says that Jesus had a custom of being in the synagogue on the Sabbath. (Luke 4:16)

Would it be fair to say that people who attend church sporadically just as possibly could be only "doing church"? Perhaps out of a sense of duty, to appease their conscience, or to satisfy a family member? Sad to say, I guess those scenarios could apply to regular churchgoers as well though.

As for me, I would find it hard to be serious about God without regular attendance. I need my "God fix" every week, and evidently God needs our weekly worship in a church setting. (Don't get me wrong here. I recognize there are some individuals who are prohibited from attending for very valid and solid reasons.) Let's remember though that God's church is the vehicle for proclaiming the gospel. It's not a spectator sport, but rather a team sport. And you can't be on the team, if you don't show up for practice and games EVERY WEEK!