There's a boy and his name is Tim Tebow.
You might have heard of him.
He was unplanned. He plays football. He prays.
He's inspired headlines that mixes "God" and the "NFL." His last name is a verb now and Scripture verses are part of sports analysts' vernacular when they discuss him. He's galvanized some sports fans - if you're not a Tebow fan, you don't love Jesus, and if you are a Tebow fan, you're a Jesus freak.
According to some, he's not even that good. Others wonder if he's a hypocrite. Christian girls want to marry him. Mothers want their sons to be like him. Youth group leaders are having a jolly good time heralding him.
I maintain my position.
Tim Tebow is not extraordinary.
He's a guy with a couple passions.
He's an ordinary man with less than ordinary talent who shares the faith of thousands.
Yet Tebow haters and lovers are transfixed and perhaps it's because this guy means what he says.
He doesn't just say football, he means it.
He doesn't just profess faith, he makes it visible.
Can we do the same thing?
Can I do the same thing?