Revelation 19:9 – And the angel said to me, “Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding feast of the Lamb.” And he added, “These are true words that come from God.”
That was the day the Dallas Mavericks were scheduled to play the Houston Rockets at home.
That was also the day he got floor seats.
I was enjoying a lovely lunch with some girlfriends when my phone rang. A glance told me it was Mike. Knowing I was leaving in minutes, I declined the call.
It rang again.
Mike doesn’t call twice in a row unless something is really wrong or really good. Praying for good, I answered the phone.
The next sixty seconds was an excited stream of words-tripping-over-words, but I was able to make out “Mavs game,” “tonight,” and “floor seats.”
“I know its last minute and I know you’re tired, but do you care if I go?”
Yes. I’m going to stop you from going to a big game. I’m going to stop you from sitting on the same surface that graces the soles of Dirk Nowitski’s Nikes. I’m going to keep you from floor seats.
“Are you kidding me? You have to go!”
Although only one of us was going, both of us were thrilled. Now don’t get me wrong, God has blessed us tremendously and we are thankful for all we have. But floor seats? That’s not how we roll.
Being a morning radio gal (90.9 KCBI, shameless plug), I am typically up a good three hours before the rest of the house. As I turned off my alarm clock the next morning (a.k.a. my cell phone) I noticed a text message.
Later that day my husband filled me in on the details.
The ticket was a gift from a friend named Mark Thompson. Mr. Thompson is the President/CEO of Smith Thompson Security. Smith Thompson Security is a corporate sponsor of the Dallas Mavericks.
When you are the President of the company that sponsors a team, you get floor seats.
But that’s not all.
My husband met Mark at a restaurant before the game. Mark suggested they ride to the stadium together. Because Mark is a Mavs VIP, he parks in a special parking lot underground. When they go in, they walk down a long hall to the VIP lounge.
At the VIP lounge my husband ate from the VIP buffet, drank from the VIP bar, and hobnobbed with other VIPs. (more…)