This is the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write. It’s not you. It’s me. We’ve been together as long as I can remember. Those high school and college years… whew… the passion was amazing. But we’re just in different places now. I’ve settled down. I’ve got to reassess my priorities. And let’s face it: you won’t miss me. You’ve got plenty of other guys. Can we just be friends?
I still remember being in love with Michael Jordan at the age of 8 and turning from a child raised in a Duke house to a Tar Heel born and bred. I’ve loved you through Final Fours and National Championships. I’ve loved you through back-to-back 1-10 seasons and national scandals. This isn’t about that. No one’s perfect.
I have loved you from up close as a student and from a distance as an alumnus with two degrees from our seven years together. You have so many great qualities and so many head-shaking flaws that I overlook or find endearing. But despite our 30 year love affair, I have to move on.
I’ve spent money on you. I’ve lost my voice for you. I’ve woken up my children. I’ve made everyone in my house miserable as they waited with baited breath to find out whether “we” won and Daddy is happy or “we” lost and Daddy will be miserable the rest of the day. I’ve blogged. I’ve devoted time. I’ve been a fanatic. I’ve had Carolina Fever. Heck, I was IN Carolina Fever. But it’s time for me to grow up. It’s time for me to re-prioritize.
The truth is, I have idolized you. This is hard to admit, but there have been times where I have let my passions for you inflame me and come before anything else in life. That was wrong of me.
“Jesus replied, ‘You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your mind.’” – Matthew 22:37
“You must not have any other god but me. You must not make for yourself an idol of any kind… You must not bow down to them or worship them, for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God who will not tolerate your affection for any other gods…” – Exodus 20:3-5
“No one can serve two masters…” – Matthew 6:24a NLT
We can still be friends. I’ll love you like a brother. I’ll still take interest in how you’re doing. But God comes first. My wife and children will get the best of me. I hope you understand.