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If you’ve been following me on twitter (@messofmeblog) you’ll probably see a lot of sport mumbo jumbo that makes absolutely no sense.

I love hockey. More importantly I love the Pittsburgh Penguins.

And we’re currently in the NHL playoffs. The best time of the year…heck probably better than Christmas.

The first round (against the Columbus Blue Jackets) had elevated my heart beat to unhealthy levels and my blood pressure probably to point where I could have died. Figuratively speaking.

Win or lose I love the Penguins. Preferably win. But a lot of times I find myself jumping down the throats of the players if they’re not scoring a goal every 5 seconds. And God forbid the refs call any penalties against my team.

We (Pittsburgh fans) are very entitled. 2 of the best hockey players in the world plus a recent Stanley Cup victory back in 09′. Looking at football with the Steelers and having the most Super Bowl victories (6 of which I continually remind my in-laws that are Bengals fans). But we become entitled as fans as if the teams owe us every season.

And if they don’t provide, then fire the whole coaching staff and GMs and everybody involved.

How often do we do this with God?

Not only did he give us Jesus, but has continually blessed me through out my life. The ability of health with me and my family. 2 jobs that pay the bills. A roof over our heads. Clothes on our back and food in our bellies.

And yet if he doesn’t provide a “championship” every single day then we’re ready to hop off the Christ bandwagon.

I was talking to a friend of mine and just expressing that at times here I feel like we have a big fluffy faith with no real hardships.

That only miracles that you can explain as God and God alone only happen in far off remote villages of Africa. But that we’re too afraid to go to because it’s not in our comfort zone.

But also understand that God’s not going to call you to Africa if you can’t even say hi to your neighbor in the apartment or home next to yours.

God just bless me and bless no one else. The cry of a bandwagon Christian. The fans that rent their cross.

I don’t want to rent anymore.