A friend reminded me of something we will experience in Heaven.
I was having lunch with Pastor Michael and Jane Perry after the morning services in the First Baptist Church of Moss Point, Mississippi, where they were serving at the time. (He has since retired and they live near Butler, Alabama.) Anyway…
We got started talking about families or football or something, and they said Jane’s father–now in Heaven–was the biggest Alabama fan on the planet.
“He had Bear Bryant pictures all over the house,” she said. “He’s gone but they’re still there.”
Coach Bryant led the Alabama Crimson Tide football team to prominence from the late 1950’s into the early 1980’s.
That’s when I related my little tale of the 1980 game between Bama and Mississippi State. As I began, Michael started smiling. I stopped. “Have I told you this story?”
He said, “No, but I remember the game. Go ahead, and I’ll tell you when you finish.”
My story went like this. We had driven from our home in Columbus, MS, to Jackson for the game. Alabama had a 17-game winning streak going and State was a perennial doormat for the Southeastern Conference. Even though we liked both teams–we were located between both universities on U.S. 82 which adjoins them–we were rooting for Bama that day. (As a native Alabamian, I grew up a Tide fan.)
When that game ended, the score was State 6, Bama 3.
Devastating. Not what anyone had expected.