Music City Miracle

No. Not that one. This is the one that occurred last Sunday.  Let me give you the complete setting. I got up and going going early - I like my Sunday’s that way.  I was at the building by 8:15 for the morning service. In my spot at the front door greeting folks. Welcoming them.  Then at 9 I preached. The service went a little long and afterward I stayed around a greeted everyone - in fact I was one of the last folks to leave the building. From there I ran home and changed clothes, stopped in Brentwood and picked up my son and we drove to LP Field and got to watch the Titans (they lost another one - no miracle there). We were at the stadium in plenty of time for the opening kickoff.  My other son met us at the game. The tickets were birthday gifts for my son and me from my other son. Neat.  We stayed till the bitter end. In fact, in a 30-17 loss we were about the only loyal still in the stadium as the clock ticked down.  We walked to my car, parked about a half mile away. I took my son back to Brentwood, stopped at Starbucks to grab a Butterscotch Latte, changed clothes and made it back to the building to speak again at our 5:00 service.  Amazing, huh?

Now, some of you are wondering…WHAT? I see no miracle there. Well, look closer my friend. The Titans moved to Tennessee in 1997, the same year I did.  Their first game was the month before I moved to town.  So for eighteen seasons I have been the preacher for a local church in Titan region.  And for eighteen seasons I’ve known members who go to games. And for eighteen seasons I’ve known brothers and sisters who skip the morning services so they can “make it to the game” - they come Sunday night all ready to partake of the supper. And for eighteen seasons I’ve known members (a lot of them) who cannot possibly make it back in time for the evening services because they went to a Titan game that morning.  And for eighteen seasons I’ve felt bad that they made this decision.

I am just thankful the Lord moved heaven and earth. That He made time stand still or gave me super human seed or whatever He did to make it possible for me to not only preach, greet, pick my son up and then make it to the game but also to stay till the end, take my time getting back and still get to the evening service 20 minutes early. Must be. Must be a miracle. It couldn’t be a matter of commitment…