The ferocity of New Orleans Saints mayhem in south Louisiana is avant-gard the normalcy of life. In other words- people down here are crazy! I will without hesitation or reservation admit the heaviness and sadness in my heart that people will crowd stadiums, living rooms, (and yes even the TV section at Wal-Mart) to simultaneously lift their hearts in adoration and near worship of athletic chance.
When listening to Sarah Grove’s song, “When the Saints,” the other day, I got to thinking about all these people her song memorializes, and I got to thinking about the real meaning of the word “saint.” We have a skewed idea of this word (hagia in Greek) – which simply means – set apart. The weird ones. People who do weird things. People are set apart to do things that aren’t normal. And these are the kind of people Sarah sings about. A shepherd going before one of the most powerful world leaders and taking away his workforce, those who go against popular opinion to preserve human freedom, missionaries who refuse to fire guns at angry natives because they know they do not know Jesus, a woman who gives her life to caring for dying people, a man impassioned to the hault of underage sex slavery, and culminates with “The Man of Sorrows” and the world on His shoulders. Because of this final example, these SAINTS ARE UNDEFEATED And this is beyond 6-0, this is eternal. Who deserves more attention? Who deserves more applause? These saints obviously work for less money. They do all these things even when no one else is looking. Dare we who are so distracted by our own personal tastes and preferences even think that we could be included in this number? Can we handle not being in charge, and letting our world be turned upside down?
Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us,
– Hebrews 12:1