Numbers, numbers, #s
“Hey, I had 21, 4, 7, and 2 on 10/12 shooting in game 2 of the 1st round of the playoffs playing at the 4 spot even though I am typically play a 3 (and I am a 60 overall and I was going up against Blake Griffin who is an upper 80s overall).” This was a conversation (they are actually called monologues when only one person is talking) that regularly takes place with my friends. A large portion of my friends are less than “not sports fans”. They are the people who do not care about sports at all. As a result, those numbers mean nothing to them if they were about LeBron James. They definitely mean nothing since they are referencing NBA2K19.
Today, I am starting the heavily anticipated (sorta joking) series on the book of Numbers over the next 3 (or 4) 2sdays. I am super excited about this series because I love numbers. I love numbers because they mean something. Sometimes they only mean something to one of the people in the conversation, leading the other participants of the conversation to check out of the conversation and maybe even the relationship. Which, I imagine is what happens to most of us when we read the book of Numbers. The numbers don’t mean anything to us, therefore, we check out, not digging deeper to find out what they meant to the people saying and hearing them. Some of my friends check out when I talk about 2K stats, some nod their head and pretend they know what I am saying, and then there are others, the best of friends, who find out why those numbers are important because they are important to me.
This series is about finding out what those numbers mean because they are important to the One who is the most important.
Check back next 2sday. And, don’t 4get 2 share this with 6 people!