This year's Super Bowl didn't just give us a champion. It gave us a cultural contrast so sharp you could cut it with a cleat.
On one side: a halftime show headlined by Bad Bunny that felt less like entertainment and more like an exercise in alienation. On the other: a remarkable, growing, unapologetic witness from Christian players on both teams who used the biggest stage in American sports to point not to themselves — but to Christ.
And let’s stop pretending these two things belong in the same moral universe.
Bad Bunny’s halftime performance was not “bold.” It was not “historic.” It was not “brave.” It was indulgent, self-absorbed, culturally tone-deaf, and intentionally dismissive of the audience that built the platform he stood on. It wasn’t designed to unite. It was designed to posture. To signal. To provoke. To remind America that its own biggest event can now be hijacked for someone else’s agenda.
Nearly all Spanish. Heavy on symbolism. Laced with identity politics. Overflowing with attitude. Short on connection.
And yes — President Donald Trump was right to call it out.
The sitting president of the United States looked at that performance and called it what millions of Americans were thinking: terrible, alienating, and disconnected from the country it was supposed to serve.
Because when you’re handed the most-watched broadcast in America — and you use it to center yourself instead of your audience — you’re not being artistic. You’re being arrogant.
This wasn’t about celebrating Latino culture. America loves Latino culture. America built Latino culture into its fabric. This was about using the Super Bowl to make a point instead of make a connection. It was about elevating identity over unity.
And people felt it.
Meanwhile, while the cameras were busy chasing choreography and controversy, something far more powerful was unfolding in plain sight.
Christian men — from both teams — were living their faith out loud.
Not with theatrics.
Not with slogans.
Not with agenda.
With humility. With consistency. With courage.
Players praying together before kickoff. Speaking openly about Jesus in interviews. Deflecting praise upward. Talking about purpose instead of popularity. Legacy instead of likes. Eternity instead of endorsements.
No lighting effects required.
No dancers.
No political messaging.
Just truth.
And that’s why it mattered.
These players weren’t “using” Christianity as branding. They weren’t playing to a religious demographic. They weren’t trying to start a trend.
They were simply being faithful.
In a league obsessed with image, they chose integrity.
In a culture addicted to self-promotion, they chose submission.
In a media ecosystem that rewards ambiguity, they chose clarity.
They said plainly: I belong to Christ. Everything I have comes from Him. Win or lose, He is first.
That kind of posture is radical now. It shouldn’t be. But it is.
Because modern celebrity culture teaches people to build platforms for themselves.
The Gospel teaches people to lay themselves down.
Bad Bunny used his moment to amplify himself.
These players used theirs to glorify God.
That’s the difference.
One is noise.
The other is witness.
And don’t miss how quietly revolutionary this is.
For years, the narrative has been that faith must be hidden. That public Christianity is “divisive.” That athletes should “stick to sports.” That believing something eternal is somehow inappropriate on a national stage.
Yet here they were — unashamed, unfiltered, unafraid.
Not screaming.
Not shaming.
Not grandstanding.
Just standing.
And that quiet confidence speaks louder than any bass drop.
While one performer tried to redefine what America should look like, these players reminded us what character looks like.
While one show leaned into cultural grievance, these men leaned into gratitude.
While one moment centered on self-expression, these moments centered on self-denial.
And the country noticed.
Because deep down, people are starving for authenticity.
They’re tired of being lectured by celebrities who have nothing in common with their lives.
They’re tired of being told their culture is obsolete.
They’re tired of being talked down to by performers who mistake applause for authority.
But they’re inspired by humility.
They’re drawn to conviction.
They respect men who know Who they serve.
And that’s why the Christian presence in this Super Bowl mattered more than any halftime spectacle.
It wasn’t flashy.
It wasn’t controversial.
It didn’t trend.
But it was real.
And real always outlasts performative.
Long after the lights were dismantled and the stage was rolled away, what remains is the testimony of men who understood that football is temporary — but faith is eternal.
One side gave us spectacle.
The other gave us substance.
One side gave us noise.
The other gave us truth.
And in a culture desperate for meaning, that contrast couldn’t be more important.
That’s not just sports.
That’s spiritual warfare — played out on the biggest field in America.
And this time, faith showed up and didn’t blink.