Brackets, Bucks, and Other Such Nonesense

Last year, I came oh-so-very-close to immortality in the ESPN NCAA Bracket Challenge. I had picked most of the winners and was among the top 100 or so until the championship game. In case you are wondering, I picked Kansas over Kentucky, which in hindsight turned out to be a very unwise choice.

This year, I’m covering my bases. So far, I’ve filled out 7 different brackets. One doesn’t really count since I flipped a coin for all the games and have Butler winning it all. The rest are (mostly) serious. I’m not making any predictions as to how they will turn out, but I’m cautiously optimistic.

Most years, I don’t even come close. My bracket usually gets busted by the end of the second round (there was the year that one of the teams I had making it to the finals lost in the FIRST round. That was embarrassing.

Still, you can’t win if you don’t play. You can second-guess yourself to death and wonder what might have happened or you can just go for it and see what happens.

Life is like that. You are almost never guaranteed that your plans will work out or that you will succeed, but those plans that remain untried fail every time and you never succeed if you never make the effort.

I haven’t always been the poster child for being adventurous and brave. In fact, I’ve missed out on chances because I was afraid or unsure of myself. But the beautiful part is that I don’t have to let that dictate how I will respond to the challenges I face tomorrow and beyond.

You don’t either.

So pray like crazy, pick your side, and go for it. Step out in faith. Don’t be left wondering what might have been. Defeat and failure are always easier to live with than regret.

 

 

For the Underdogs

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The sports fan in me always love this time of year. It’s called March Madness for a very good reason. All the NCAA conferences are holding their championships, and while the usual suspects normally win these kinds of things, there’s always a chance that some lowly team will come out of nowhere and win 4 games in 4 days to get the automatic bid to the NCAA tournament field of 68.

Even if the team has played badly all year, they can suddenly catch fire and win. I saw a documentary about the 2008 SEC tournament when Georgia came out of nowhere to win 4 games, including 3 in a span of 30 hours to win the tournament.

I love underdogs, mostly because I used to be one. And so did you.

The Bible says that once we were without hope, alienated from God, strangers to the promise, and headed nowhere good. In basketball terms, we were nowhere close to getting an at-large bid to the NCAA tournament. We had pretty much lost every game by a large margin.

But God. The best parts of the best stories always start that way.

But God, being rich in mercy, made us alive.

We went from hopeless underdogs to champions in the moment it took God to make us alive. He made us more than conquerors through Jesus and promised to crush the enemy underneath our feet. Kinda like the way Vanderbilt beat Kentucky earlier today (with apologies to any UK fans reading this right now).

God has a heart for the underdog. The orphan, the widow, the outcast, the downtrodden, the poor in spirit. All those who know they are headed for certain defeat and know it will take a miracle to get a win. In fact, God blesses those who bless the underdog, who look after those who can’t look out for themselves and speak up for those who can’t speak up for themselves.

Come  Sunday, I will fill out my brackets and hope for the best, but if all the underdogs win, I’ll be okay with that.