In my face

My friends have been in my face the last two days. Barcelona winning against Manchester United in such an easy fashion has made me the laughing stock of my circle of friends. One would think I chose the team that started the match that night, or that I was the most dependable player on the night. Strange, how connected we are to events that happen so far away. I am yet to receive an apology from any of the Manchester team members in relation to their abject display on Saturday night. I have also not received any donations from Messi and company towards my favourite charity (me).

I was very amazed to discover that the prices of essential commodities haven’t been the least affected by the outcome of the match. One would have been excused for expecting the insurance premiums at AON (Manchester’s shirt sponsor) to dip significantly due to the embarrassment now attached to the shirts that bear their name, but news of this is still forthcoming.

In summary, it may have been important, but it was just a game and crying about it doesn’t change the result or affect climate change. There are more pressing matters in life, such as preaching to a lost world about Jesus and sharing the love of the Saviour with an increasingly wicked and wounded generation. I am looking forward to the point when we will only be ‘bending over’ when it is time for prayer. Think about it.