Llove Letters

Yesterday I watched two grandsons play in two different football games. Football is a game of collisions. It can be scary when somany of the boys are “smaller,” and a few of the boys are “practically grown men.” Unfortunately, there are some guys (a lot really) that aren’t into collisions. When the ball is snapped, they move around a little, make every effort to be somewhere where the ball is not, and are looking to avoid those big guys who, when contact is made, crunch their little bones. We old guys keep yelling from the stands, “hit somebody!” I am reminded of all those folks in the family of God…