With the Saints winning the Super Bowl, I would be remiss if I didn’t write something about the city’s beloved football team. I have been rooting for the Saints ever since they played in Tulane stadium and actually went to the game where Dempsey kicked the 63 yard field goal. I also went to many games over the years when they were less than even mediocre.
I was always happy to be a part of the fans. Unlike so many other NFL cities, our fans rarely booed the Saints even when their play was less than stellar. Sure, when they hit their pit our fans did don bags which gained national attention but by and large, the city stood by their team through thick and thin (and there was a great deal of thin).
So to actually be here when they won the Super Bowl was something else. In football terms, it was like seeing the passage (and the last shall be first and the first shall be last) come to pass.
The team also did a great deal that focused on the city rather than themselves. But you’ve read all this before in some manner or form.
What I would like to lift up about the Saints is that they chose a name which is about God’s people who will endure and one day reach the kingdom. Just as there used to be real Vikings, 49ers, and Cowboys, there have been real Saints in the past, real ones in the present, and we are raising up ones for the future.
Let us enjoy our sports. But let us not forget the role of the real Saints. If you are reading this, you are likely one.
All the best and In Christ,