my Hero?

A couple days ago I passed by a restaurant that was caution taped off and there was a crowd of people waiting outside for a famous retired soccer player to finish his lunch and come out. I had no idea who the man was even though they told me his name and I watched the people go crazy calling out "Diego!" hoping to get a glimpse or autograph. Diego simply walked out and up to his hotel room.

It amazes me that people would be so motivated to just see someone, not to know them or be their friend but simply see them; and the reason for wanting to see him has nothing to do with who he is, but rather that he can kick a ball really good. He was their hero but yet for no good reason.

I have been reflecting on why we do this. Why do we get so animated by a football team but not by our family? Maybe it is a bit two fold. We need to feel like we belong to something so we associate ourselves with a group and secondly we want to feel envied. We want to be in the elite circle of exclusivity, to feel bigger about ourselves by rubbing shoulders with those we consider big. What then does this say about our view of God and about being members of his family? This post is less of a whole idea and more a quick observation so I will just leave the questions hanging.

-Eric