In case you missed it, on Sunday Spain won the World Cup Championship for the first time ever. Above you can enjoy the winning goal by Andrés Iniesta towards the end of the overtime period...it's in Spanish (albeit with a Mexican accent), but that will give you a better feel for what it was like to watch it here. To see the goal on Spanish TV, click HERE.
Today the champions return to Madrid to formally initiate the grand celebration, though it's been going strong since about 11:30 last night when we passed a group of young guys running around in their tighty-whities yelling 'Soy español!' or 'I am Spanish!'. So today is a big day not only for fútbol fans in Spain but also for all Spaniards: nothing brings out the Spanish flags and makes nationalism run high like World Cup soccer (Americans, think 4th of July meets the weeks following 9/11).
No super deep spiritual reflection to give here, and though I could go on about the idolatry of soccer and its stars, I won't. Suffice it to ask you to pray that Spaniards come to prize Jesus as highly as they do their national sport.
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