Football is one sport of which that I don’t completely understand the origins. I get volleyball – it’s like the game you play with a balloon where it can’t touch the floor, except there’s another team, and you try to make it harder for them to keep it up. I sort of get baseball, it’s like a more complicated game of catch where you have to run sometimes – and all the spectators eat peanuts and cracker jacks. I understand swimming because when you’re in water you have to do something in order to keep from drowning. I get soccer because it’s pretty simple (minus all the weird throw-ins and stuff they do) – just get the ball into the goal and don’t be a ball hog.
But I do not understand football. Throw this leather ball around while wearing pants made for someone two sizes smaller than you are and tackle anyone who tries to take it away from you. What kind of lessons is that teaching our kids if we let them watch a sport where people pummel each other for absolutely no reason?
All I can conclude is that it must be a guy thing. Then again, I know girls who like football more than some of the guys I know. So I guess I can’t make any conclusions about that.
For me, football is more about state pride. If the Vikings win, it’s one more reason why Minnesota is the place to be. If they do something well, it’s proof that Minnesotans are superior – all because we have tough winters that make us into macho people.
Philosophy. Right there.
Now, on to the hair philosophy. I have a new philosophy about my hair, as I have mentioned before: I’m not using any heat tools on it anymore. Woohoo. Go Ashley. Go healthy hair.
I got a new camera in August. (trust me, this story has a purpose.) I got everything out of the box because that’s what I do when I get something new. I got out all the cords and the quick start guide and the instruction manual and the computer software. It was so exciting. I used the manual to get started but quickly found that I could figure things out on my own. I don’t have a problem with using trial and error to figure things out when it comes to technology. So, I put the manual back in the box, and it has been there ever since.
That’s how I treat my owner’s manuals. I use them to get started, and only if there’s a problem that I haven’t been able to figure out on my own do I consult it to find answers. I never read it for fun or look at it when things are going well with my electronic buddies.
Which is why I will never truly understand why people use the “owner’s manual” illustration to talk about the Bible. Yes, the Bible has solutions for life, and yes, you can use it’s wisdom to solve your problems, but if we treat our Bibles like we treat our owners’ manuals, we’re going to end up doing a lot of things on our own. We’re going to put it on a shelf and only pick it up when all else has failed. It won’t be the first thing we read in the morning – on good days when it doesn’t seem like we need outside wisdom. It’ll be the last resort: the dust-covered volume that is unfamiliar and maybe even unnecessary to the way we live our lives.
Can we all agree that we need to throw that illustration out the window?
Thanks. I appreciate your agreement with me.