Yesterday, the city was in a frenzy as the Saints football team faced the Seattle Seahawks. I was living in Honduras when the New Orleans Saints won the Superbowl in 2009. I had no idea that the city has maintained a feverish devotion to the team over the past five years. This winter, I saw firsthand that fans are crazed about the team. It's like the yellow fever scares of the early 1900s in New Orleans. In this century, gold and black fever causes the populace to mark their homes, decorate their cars, wear the garb, and party on for every game.
Our team fell in the second round of playoffs to the top-seeded Seattle Seahawks. In the rain and cold, the Seahawks proved they were the better team. Today, saddened citizens rise to clean up after the last football party of the year.
For he (the Lord) will speak peace unto his people,
and to his saints: (Psalm 85:8)