It was the Lord’s Day, and I was worshiping in the Spirit. Suddenly, I heard behind me a loud voice like a trumpet blast. It said, “Write in a book everything you see, and send it to the seven churches in the cities of Ephesus, Smyrna, Pergamum, Thyatira, Sardis, Philadelphia, and Laodicea.” When I turned to see who was speaking to me, I saw seven gold lampstands. And standing in the middle of the lampstands was someone like the Son of Man. He was wearing a long robe with a gold sash across his chest. His head and his hair were white like wool, as white as snow. And his eyes were like flames of fire. His feet were like polished bronze refined in a furnace, and his voice thundered like mighty ocean waves. He held seven stars in his right hand, and a sharp two-edged sword came from his mouth. And his face was like the sun in all its brilliance.(Revelation 1:10-16 NLT)
It’s Super Bowl Sunday here in America. A lot of money will be spent, a lot of beer will be drunk, many a chicken will lose his wings. And tomorrow we will all go to work and talk about what transpired. I was a sports fan most of my life, so I get it. We like to identify with something, a team, a city, something, that seems to give vicarious value to our lives. I know this makes me a fuddy-duddy, but a few years ago it just stopped mattering to me what a bunch of very rich young men did on a Sunday afternoon. So, if you still care about the event, have a great time. Just don’t forget the much more important event today: It’s the Lord’s Day.
Every Sunday is super as we gather together to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead. He personally attends every gathering. He speaks to people, heals people, and cleanses people of their sins in His own blood. Eternity is changed every single week. I share something in common with the other worshippers infinitely more important than our preference for a particular sports franchise. We are family. The glory of the God that raised Christ from the grave flows in our veins. I encourage you to take time to honor the One who matters, who won a victory that matters, and whose opinion matters more than life itself. First things first.