A unique volunteer opportunity last month afforded me the privilege of meeting my NFL idol and Arizona Cardinals football legend – Kurt Warner. It was a very surreal experience having my Cardinals jersey signed by none other than Mr. Warner himself – one that spiked my blood pressure for a good hour after the meeting. My once-in-a-lifetime photo op will be filed away in the annals of my “OMG! SOMEBODY PINCH ME … THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING TO ME!” journal.
After basking in the attention I received from friends and family following my meet and greet with the famous hunky quarterback, I felt like I was riding high on the wings of idol worship for almost a week.
Eventually I was forced to pull my head out of the clouds after being star struck, because let’s face it – no one can exist indefinitely without oxygen and I still have a life to tend to; albeit a rather dull life – but hey, it’s still life-like.
After the glow from my 15 seconds of fame died down I started thinking about idols and how we sometimes elevate them to unrealistic heights of worship. (You think?)
I’m only human and I’m almost embarrassed to admit that I was so star struck meeting Kurt Warner – I was nearly rendered mute, was on the verge of tears and at one point was in serious danger of wetting my pants. I was so dumb struck, I could barely choke out my request for a picture and autograph. Oh, what must Kurt Warner have thought of me?
The fact is – that while meeting a football legend was a real highlight in my life – Kurt Warner probably didn’t think anything about meeting me. I’d wager to say that Kurt Warner never actually even saw Me. Oh, he may have signed my jersey and had a camera-ready smile when needed – but He didn’t see the real me. In all honesty, I doubt that he could have picked me out of a line-up if he had to. I was simply another faceless fan – one amongst thousands that he’s likely met over the course of his illustrious football career. Luckily I’m grounded enough to realize that Kurt Warner is only a mere mortal man and not really worthy of my idol worship.
The only one who really deserves our idolization is the Lord.
I’m comforted by the knowledge that I serve a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who not only sees Me – He knows me — intimately, in fact. He knows me so well, He has numbered the hairs on my head (Matthew 10:30). Psalm 139 reassures me that God knew me before I was even born. He saw me as I was being knit together in my mother’s womb. He has collected all my many tears in jar and His thoughts about little old me are so numerous they out number all the grains of sand.
God, You see me when I travel and when I rest at home. You know everything I do. You know what I am going to say even before I say it, Lord. (Psalm 139:3-4)
Yes, God saw me when I was behaving like a blubbering idiot when I got to meet my football idol. My Lord had me covered even then because He is a shield about me. My Lord is my glory and the one who holds my head high (Psalm 3:3) when I am … well – when I’m being a little bit fanatical during quick “Kurt” meetings.
So here I am once again – with my feet on the ground, my head in the clouds and more than a little star struck – but it’s okay, because the Star I’m struck by is “Christ, the Morning Star that shines in your hearts.” (2 Peter 1:19)
Blessings in Christ and as always … happy reading!