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The true extent and character of Tebow's faith has always flown under the media radar. That might stem from skepticism that there could be so little daylight between the beliefs of the members of a family—surely Tebow must disagree with his parents about some things? But if he does diverge from his family's evangelical beliefs, there's no evidence of it. There's probably also some queasiness on the part of media elites (me included) over the idea that the family really believes what it says it believes. Tebow has always referred to himself as a "missionary" who just happens to meet his flock on a gridiron ("There are a lot of ways to be a missionary," he told me); many of us, I think, have assumed he was speaking symbolically. But the Tebows have about as much interest in symbolism as NFL coaches have in Tebow's famously goofy jump pass.
Go to Bob Tebow's Web site and you can read a 10-point, 2,200-word manifesto that begins with the doctrine of biblical inerrancy and ends with the Apocalypse: "The universe will be destroyed, followed by the judgment at the Great White Throne." Tim has grown up surrounded by charismatic figures in the conservative tradition of Southern Baptism—his father first and foremost, and also his pastor at the First Baptist Church of Jacksonville, Jerry Vines. Vines spent a long career decrying "the wolf of liberalism." He made headlines in 2002 when he said that the prophet Mohammed is "a demon-obsessed pedophile." Four years later, when Vines retired, Tebow spoke at the ceremony. "He has always shared the Word of God and shared it like it's coming straight at me," he said. "There's a lot of role models, but not a lot of role models with character." Vines' response: "No wonder you are such a terror on the football field, Tim. You came to a church that's a holy terror to the devil."
Tebow has never really been asked about this stuff, which is a shame. I had a chance when I wrote a profile of him for GQ, but I blew it. I only got as far as a little riff on evolution, which Tim brought up himself, mentioning his admiration for creationist Ravi Zacharias. "Have you ever heard Ravi Zacharias speak before?" Tebow asked me. "He came here to speak and I talked to him for a little bit. … The way he can draw you in with his stories and his wording, and then at the same time make it so easy and simple for someone to understand—I was like, man, he's great. I thought it was awesome." But when I got to the heavier God stuff, I started to sweat, fumbling my questions like a blown snap from center. I kept thinking, This guy is a college football player. It's not fair to ask him what he thinks of Mohammed.
But that was not only stupid; it was condescending. Today, I really regret not asking Tebow about Islam and gay marriage. I regret not asking him if a Jew can go to heaven, and whether he believes that Hurricane Katrina and the stock-market crash are manifestations of "God's wrath"—as the new pastor at his church, Mac Brunson, has said. (Just last Sunday, Brunson name-checked Pat Robertson, who had been pilloried for calling the people of Haiti devil-worshippers: "You can't help but just pray for him, you know?" Brunson told his congregation. "He may be right, but what a dumb time to say something like that.") These are more than fair questions given Tebow's decision to politicize the Super Bowl, and if reporters don't ask them, they're actually doing Tebow a disservice. At SEC Media Day last year, one brave reporter asked Tebow if he was saving himself for marriage. "Yes, I am," Tebow said as the room burst into nervous giggles. He laughed and his eyes lit up: "I think y'all are stunned right now! You can't even ask a question!" If anything, he was frustrated that nobody had asked him the question sooner. After all, it can't be much fun to be a culture warrior if the opposing culture is constantly wimping out, denying you a chance to show your true mettle. Grind him, test him—he's ready.
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