As apparently did much of America, I watched NFL football this weekend. The games were fun, filled with high drama, close, and two of them involved the taking down of a couple of legends perceived by some to be villains. Great passion was evident in all four games, whether it was the thrill of victory or the agony of defeat. But especially in the weekend’s finale between the Bills and Chiefs. And like so many, I was caught up right in the middle of it. This morning, I’m doing some Monday morning quarterbacking as I reflect on a perplexing question that simultaneously intrigues and disturbs me: Do I become as excited and passionate about sharing God’s love as I do watching a good football game?