Becoming a Jayhawk

I guess it is official: I realized today that I am slowly becoming a Jayhawk.

I know, I know... becoming a Jayhawk is not something I ever wanted to do. I am a Memphis Fan, for goodness sakes! I sing the Memphis Fight Song in my sleep. I threw things at the TV during the National Championship Game. I thought about tattooing "Derek Rose is my homeboy" on my left arm, but I thought it would look kinda tacky about my "I <3 MOM" tat.

But today I realized that things are beginning to change, and I am not sure I like them. Last night we did "Four Corners," where we went to the four corners of KU's campus and prayed for the faculty, staff, and students. We prayed for their spiritual health and well-being, and we prayed that God would make our ministry well-known on the KU campus. (I will post about my vision for KU later.) But as we walked from place to place there on campus, I engaged in a conversation that I am not too proud of. (Yes, I know I ended that sentence in a preposition; I am not too proud of that either. Strunk and White would beat me with a copy of their book...) I was talking to a group of Hawks students, and I started a discussion on "OUR" chances for the upcoming football and basketball seasons! Sigh.

For all of you back home in Memphis, I am sorry for letting you down. Megan, I am sorry for slowly becoming a Jayhawk when you are such an avid Wildcat Fan. If I could, I would repent in sackcloth and ashes. But I think I am allergic to ashes...