Ten Reasons Why Baseball is God's Game -- Kim Fabricius
If I were to convert to another religion, it would be the church of baseball. From my earliest days it has been the game I've watched. I played it as a kid, even though I wasn't any good. My first team, the Purple Sox of Mt. Shasta lost every game we played. In fact no game was ever even close. But the good news, we had brand new uniforms!
Well this morning I received an invitation to a baseball game this summer from my friend the Rev. Dr. Brett Younger, a Baptist preacher of note. There was only one problem the game would take place right as I should be in the seats listening to my General Minister preach. My first inclination was to turn down the invitation, and then I was informed that the seats were right behind home plate -- front row. Ah the choice was getting difficult and then I gave in. How could I do otherwise?
Fortunately as I perused my blog role, I received confirmation that I'd made the right decision. Yes, Kim Fabricius has given ten propositions on why Baseball is God's game. And then I knew I was absolved of my sins, for I could share in the glories of the game. Now, I won't be watching the Giants play. I must watch the
Rangers play the Indians (Brett's team -- the team the stole Gaylord Perry from the Giants).
But as Kim opines:
Well this morning I received an invitation to a baseball game this summer from my friend the Rev. Dr. Brett Younger, a Baptist preacher of note. There was only one problem the game would take place right as I should be in the seats listening to my General Minister preach. My first inclination was to turn down the invitation, and then I was informed that the seats were right behind home plate -- front row. Ah the choice was getting difficult and then I gave in. How could I do otherwise?
Fortunately as I perused my blog role, I received confirmation that I'd made the right decision. Yes, Kim Fabricius has given ten propositions on why Baseball is God's game. And then I knew I was absolved of my sins, for I could share in the glories of the game. Now, I won't be watching the Giants play. I must watch the
Rangers play the Indians (Brett's team -- the team the stole Gaylord Perry from the Giants).
But as Kim opines:
9. Truly I tell you, whoever does not receive this game as a little child will never enter it (cf. Mark 10:15). Magically, baseball always brings out the child in you, and draws you back to your childhood, indeed makes your childhood present (anamnesis). And it is a tie that binds the generations, communio sanctorum.
And so I did!
And though I'm not as long suffering as a Cubs fan, the last time the Giants won the World Series, they were in New York. And so each year I've held out hope:
And though I'm not as long suffering as a Cubs fan, the last time the Giants won the World Series, they were in New York. And so each year I've held out hope:
10. Finally, baseball abounds in hope (cf. Romans 15:13): “Next year!” – and, indeed, past-redeeming eschatological promise: “If you build it, he will come” (Field of Dreams). Maranatha!
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