As apocalyptic visions of tsunamis and wars dance like fire-breathing demons on the national news this morning, I am considering going to church again.
Full disclosure: I don’t generally attend church. I did visit a non-denominational church a few weeks ago. It wasn’t a bad time, but I didn’t leave awed. I left hungry.
It’s not the tsunamis or wars or talk of more wars that has me weighing the pros and cons of church. I’m not one to believe the world will end in 2012. I don’t buy into the apocalypse. The world ends when you die. Enjoy life while you have breath in your lungs.
Ok, enough with my philosophy, the reason I am thinking about going to church is because I would like to organize a group prayer for the NFL to return this fall.
You see, the NFL went on hiatus Friday, as a result of the league’s Players Association and the 32 team owners failing to reach a labor agreement to divide their $9 billion pie, and I am already concerned about the void this will leave in my life.