On Being a 12

True Seahawks fans show their team spirit and loyalty

This weekend’s rematch between the New England Patriots and the Seahawks finds Seattle fans recalling the nightmare conclusion to Super Bowl XLIX. Along with 12s throughout Seahawk Nation, I relived that disastrous game-ending interception for months. Speculation of deflategate that had preceded the big game gave way to admission of communal depression. 

And now, eleven years later, we have the chance for redemption. As a devoted 12, I am pleased to see the revival of enthusiasm for our team. For the past decade observance of Blue Fridays with display of Seahawks flags and the wearing of jerseys was in decline. But that trend appears to be changing. Our winning ways this season have captured the heart of our city once again. Gratefully, Seahawk fever is far more prevalent than bird flu. 

Here’s a case in point. When I wear a Hawks knit cap while on my daily power walk, it is not uncommon for strangers to greet me with “Go Hawks!” Of course I return their greeting with “Go Hawks!”  It’s not all that different from passing the peace in church. “The Lord be with you! And also with you!”

I take pride in being a12. Recently that pride prompted me to take part in a Hawks pre-game party the weekend of the NFC Championship game. When I heard that The Today Show would be broadcasting a pep rally near Lumen Field, I was determined to show up even though it meant getting up at 3am. And I wasn’t alone. There were close to a hundred folks joining Blue Thunder and the Sea Gals as together we cheered our lungs out before a national television audience. 

The current fan-demonium reminds me of the Blue Wave that unified our state a dozen years ago. And as a 12, who also happens to be a retired pastor, I have been reflecting on the recent resurgence of team loyalty. To my delight I’ve discovered a couple instances in the Bible where a 12th man contributed positively to the lives of others. 

For example, there is Joseph in the Old Testament. This great-grandson of Abraham was sold into slavery in Egypt by his eleven brothers. Without their knowledge, Joseph eventually became a high-ranking government official overseeing food distribution in the Middle East during a multi-year famine. 

Years later when Joseph’s eleven brothers journeyed from Canaan to Egypt to purchase grain, they didn’t recognize their brother. But he recognized them. Not only did he forgive them for their mistreatment of him decades before, he advocated for them before Pharaoh and provided them with all they need to survive. Like a true 12th man, Joseph celebrated his brothers, cheered them on and encouraged them to succeed.

In addition, the New Testament portrays Jesus as one who plays the role of a 12. After Judas committed suicide, there were only eleven disciples.  And after Jesus’ death and resurrection, the eleven were a bit unclear as to what they should be doing. Jesus was increasingly leaving them on their own. Huddling together they decided to return to fishing, a vocation they knew best. 

But they struggled in their efforts to succeed. Following a losing effort on the Sea of Galilee, they heard a voice calling out to them from the beach. They recognized the silhouetted figure in the distance as their risen rabbi. In addition to offering advice (which resulted in a winning catch), Jesus served them breakfast and refocused their direction. As their 12th man, he affirmed their potential and celebrated their achievements. (See St. John chapter 21 for the rest of the story).

Those two instances in Scripture find me looking for ways that I can be a 12 beyond being a supporter of my hometown football team. I want to be a 12th man to my family, to my fellow church members and those in my neighborhood . Being a supporter, encourager and cheerleader for those around me is something to which I can aspire year-round. And so can you.



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Lest We Forget

A memorial to concentration camp victims at Stroud’s Jewish Community Center

On this Holocaust Remembrance Day
we contemplate the memory
of those who perished in death camps
eight decades ago
simply because they were
documented descendants of
Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.

We ponder the priceless worth of souls
created in the image of God
as well as the price tag
of silent complicity and complacency
that continues to allow Evil
to rob the innocent of liberty and justice…
and life!

Let us take time today
to view the present
through the lens of the past
all the while focusing
on the sanctity of human life
even as we take time to remember
that those who fail to learn from history
are doomed to repeat it.


In addition to each week’s post on this website, Greg Asimakoupoulos offers daily video devotionals on his YouTube channel. Here is a sample video. If you are interested in receiving these devotionals Monday through Friday, you can subscribe on Greg’s channel.

Lessons from the Lucerne Lion

This stone lion is a landmark in Lucerne, Switzerland

A stately stone lion surveys old Lucerne.
He has done so for two-hundred years.
His face (etched in angst)
speaks of pain he has known
as he’s witnessed both heartache and fears.

There’s a spear in his back
that was plunged with the aim
to deny him a good lengthy life.
And his silent repose
calls to mind what we face
in a world of injustice and strife.

All the same this stone lion
reminds me of One
who redeemed Narnia with his death.
Like Aslan, this beast,
bespeaks blessings untold
as he graces our faith with His breath.


In addition to each week’s post on this website, Greg Asimakoupoulos offers daily video devotionals on his YouTube channel. Here is a sample video. If you are interested in receiving these devotionals Monday through Friday, you can subscribe on Greg’s channel.

A Tarnished Crown

Note the cross in the background of the tarnished crown

When those we look up to
let us down
and misplaced crowns
lay on the ground
(tarnished and with missing jewels),
we grieve for what’s been lost.

Innocence.
Integrity.
Fidelity.
Trust.

Missing virtues
once embraced
are gone for good
without a trace.
And we are left to wonder why
while looking in a mirror.

At times like this we have a choice:
to voice our disappointment with God (and others)
or to contemplate what’s so amazing about grace.

I choose the latter.

*This poem was written in response to the news that a noted Christian author had admitted to an eight-year extra-marital affair. Two of the author’s books are referenced in the poem: Disappointment with God and What’s So Amazing About Grace.

A New Year’s Prayer

It’s a new year and a new opportunity to trust God

While resolutions weary me
I still have one resolve.
To live each day for You alone
as weeks and months evolve.

The challenges this year will bring
will drop me to my knees.
And so I’m asking You, dear Lord,
to give me wisdom. Please!

Direct my steps along a path
that isn’t always clear.
And when I’m forced to make a choice,
don’t let me cave to fear.

I hope this year will prove my trust
in what You’ve planned for me.
So give me grace, dear loving God,
to live expectantly.