Separation of Church and Football

Well, if O.J. is telling the truth about his involvement in the alleged robbery at the Palace Station Hotel in Las Vegas, the police aren't buying it. The old homicidal maniac has been arrested. That makes me glad. And speaking of maniacs, I went to the University of Arizona football game last night and saw a couple of maniacs in action. The tailgate area at the football game has about 10,000 people, holding several dozen parties. They tend to spillover into one another, giving the impression that it is one large party. About 99% of the party-goers are also drinking, some are drinking a lot. For the most part it is harmless fun. Last evening the aforementioned maniacs were walking around the tailgating area with giant signs warning that Jesus was coming soon and that everyone who wasn't them, had better shape up. They seemed to be from one of these really hardcore fundamentalist churches, of which we have plenty. I was unimpressed by the warning. The signs they carried were rectangular, about three feet wide and maybe ten feet tall. They were mounted to a big pole that each guy had resting in a belt around his waist. Picture the Roman guys leading a military formation into battle in the movies and you get the idea. Their signs also had some very serious stuff plastered on them. Burn in Hell, Eternal Death, that sort of thing. The alpha-lunatic of the pair appeared to me to be a body-builder. Since he wandered into the crowds of revelers and shouted that they were drunkards and fornicators, bound for hell, being a muscle-bound giant was to his advantage. The other guy was only slightly smaller but he seemed less inclined to get into people's faces. He did his shouting from a more prudent distance. A woman, apparently Mrs. Giant, followed along with a clipboard and a bible. I guess she had the sign up sheet. She looked bored. For the most part, people ignored these two misguided nuts. I saw several people offer them a beer, a college kid doing an impromptu "Jesus is the Man" cheer, and a few other college kids shouting harmless insults as they passed by. In a crowd of 52,000 "sinners", no one took them seriously, at least no one I saw. I suspect that these guys pulled this stunt as much to satisfy their own egos as anything else. People have mostly heard the old original sin, Jesus saves spiel and are for the most part moved to inaction on the matter. So wandering around hurling insults and making a spectacle of yourself is unlikely to sway anyone to your side. But it is not as much about saving souls as it is about feeling superior and taking some insults for the Big Guy. At the end of the day, I don't care what people believe or what church they belong to. I just don't want to be bothered by someone on a mission from God. If God really has issues with me, He knows how to find me. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky