I made a mistake. I regret making it.
But I am not apologizing. My mistake does not merit an apology.
Nevertheless, it was a mistake that caused a bit of trouble and consternation.
What did I do?
It’s not what I did. It’s what I wore.
Yesterday.
The first Sunday of NFL season.
I wore a purple shirt.
I wasn’t thinking about it. The symbolic significance of the color scheme did not cross my mind. Not at all.
Forgive me for being super-spiritual … but I actually wasn’t thinking about football (at all) from the time I woke up at 5:30 until the time the first service began at 9:00am. I was praying, going over my notes, thinking through the order of service, and praying some more.
So I was unprepared for the controversy my shirt color caused.
More than one or two of our fine RBC members stopped me and asked me…
“What is the meaning of this?”
“Are you that attached to Favre?”
“Are you a Vikings fan?”
“Where is your green?”
“What is with the purple? Are you sending a signal?”
I was surprised by the number of people who mentioned it.
But, for the record and future reference, what I wear on any given Sunday has nothing whatsoever to do with football games.
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