It was the tobacco road showdown! Students camped out since January for the big game. Some of my co-workers were anxious to leave work to get home in plenty enough time to do their game night preparations. Then it happens ... The game gets on the way and it's fantastic. The crowd - Cameron Crazies - go wild. The score and lead changing. The second half - very exciting - but those blue devils just couldn't pull it out. They played a good game but the Tarheels came away with the win.

While I was watching parts of the game, something dawned on me. When was the last time that I gave God that kind of radical uninhibited praise? I know the answer - do you?

For too many of us, praise that exalts God is not necessary while praise that exalts and encourages a game of any sort - well, that's acceptable. Why? The players or the game itself does not have a Heaven or Hell that they/it can put you in. Why are true praisers looked at with curiousity while yelling our heads off at an athletic event is deemed appropriate.

No matter your stance - It's a little something to think about.