Pointing Toward Heaven

Two years ago a good friend took me to the Notre Dame/UCLA football game in South Bend. The experience was incredible until UCLA put on another "how not to tackle" exhibition in the fourth quarter. What I remember most about the game (other than my friend shifting between apologizing for my team's loss and celebrating his team's win) was the immediate change in the stadium.

Notre Dame had played poorly all day. UCLA's defense had played well, but the story of the game was Notre Dame's inability to make plays. There was an intense frustration swelling in the fans. With every failed drive, the frustration grew. UCLA was not supposed to win this game. Everyone knew they were watching something that wasn't supposed to happen. Then this happened...



Did you hear the crowd? There was hope and excitement during the play, but when the Jeff SmsoungujndnsonJA caught the pass and ran for the touchdown, there was an eruption. All was right. Things were how they were supposed to be again.

I think situations like this are snapshots of the coming day when we see our Savior. We know things aren't going the way they should. Children are sick, wars are fought, and friends become enemies. We are constantly feeling the frustration swell. But the day is coming when the frustration will end and our faith will be made sight. There will be an eruption that day that dwarfs any stadium celebration. The shout will be for our Savior, the truest and greatest hero of all.