I don’t know if God loves the Green Bay Packers

“I don’t know if God loves the Green Bay Packers, but it felt like he dressed in green and gold that day. … richness of the soil and you could hear the whispered name of every little thing. It’s never what you think that ends up mattering the most. ‘Cause even for a platinum record or a big corner office, I’d now never miss the chance to see the tundra thaw, the sap run, and spring come alive on this little chunk of dirt. I hope one day my children get to run through these wild fields. I’m convinced the world is maintained by the quiet work of unnoticed faithful people. But the right thing mostly never makes a lot of money or wins the trophy. In real life, miracles don’t always arrive on time. The good guy doesn’t always win. And you don’t always get to keep your farm. And that’s okay. But my grandpa, though he knows nothing about music, taught me harmony, balance, and cost from owls, cows, and mice in the rafters and even the Packers and the Bears, how it all works together.” - “Green and Gold”