Time for Prayer and Truimph
Tony Dungy, the coach of the Indianapolis Colts, lost his son James to an apparent suicide last week. I can only imagine--but choose not to--the pain that he has, is and will experience. There is nothing to say to the man and his family, but that we are terribly, terribly sad with him, we mourn with him, and we pray for the comfort that only Christ can bring to each of them, and to them as a collective. There are no easy answers, and over-sprirtualized responses don't help. This did happen on God's watch, there is no why that would make sense to us, and the whole thing, frankly, sucks. But the "why" is up to God. And so is the "what next?".
And along those lines, the Dungys seem to be made of some pretty strong stuff. Tony is back coaching, preparing his team to go to the Super Bowl. Sometimes work can be cathartic.
And while it is strange for someone from Baltimore to cheer on any team owned by an Irsay, I would love to see the Colts take it all the way. And I'd love to see Tony win the big one. It'll be a fun two weeks coming up. And I'll bet that Manning and his crew will put up a heck of a show for us.