He loves to use the money he earns to buy gifts for those he cares about…he especially loves to surprise people with gifts, just because.
It is an endearing part of who he is.
Thus, when I picked him up from the mall the other day and he said he had a surprise for me, well, I wasn’t surprised.
Knowing my deep and masochistic love for the Minnesota Vikings, he had bought me a jersey.
An expensive jersey.
It was a very kind and thoughtful thing to do.
Now, these jerseys are emblazoned with the name of a player on that team.
I love all the players on my Vikings…except one.
I can’t stand the sight of him in purple.
I can barely say his name without following it with an epithet.
The name on the back of his jersey should be “Incompetent”.
The name on the back of the jersey Trey bought me?
Now, this presents a conundrum.
If I wear the jersey people will assume I’m a fan of Cousins, which I am most certainly not.
I I don’t wear it, Trey would be hurt.
I’m wearing it.
The interesting thing about putting that jersey on was that it forced me to rethink my attitude toward Kirk Cousins.
We are on the same side after all.
He’s not a bad person.
He wants to do well.
He probably appreciates support more than most.
He’s not a Packer…
I can do this…maybe even with a good attitude.
In my world of metaphors we all wear some sort of team jersey.
Maybe it’s representative of our faith sect, or our political leanings, or some other way we choose to identify.
We recognize these jerseys and decide who is on our team and who isn’t…and we root for or against them as people based on those perceptions.
What if we all had to swap jerseys for a day?
Not just walk in someone else’s proverbial shoes, but wear their name on our backs?
Maybe…we’d find a tad more grace for each other when we put our own jersey back on.
Make your own application…