Justice Antonin Scalia died of a heart attack. Or was he murdered? Ranchers occupy a facility in Oregon, one gets killed running a roadblock, or was he assassinated? Political candidates vie for office and call each other names that would blister paint. Is it ugly politics or part of the game?
I wish life was as simple as baseball.
You see in baseball there are rules. If you are out, you are out. You can argue and yell and scream, but the runner is going back to the dugout regardless. A ball might not be a ball, and a strike might not be a strike, but overall it should even out to where it doesn’t benefit either team. However, with the way life is right now, it seems the rules are meant to be broken. The manners and polite actions that were drilled into my head as a child are no longer meaningful. Children are sold into sex slavery, people urinate in the middle of Walmart, a man wins woman of the year. Things are not right, not the way it should be.
I want the good guys to be clearly established and wearing the uniform that I know and can appreciate. I want to know who supports them and encourages them. I want to be able to cheer and cry at their victories and defeats. I want to be able to watch my slugger hit a home run, or my ace throw 8 scoreless innings.
I would also like the bad guys to be as clearly established, with clear lines of allegiance.
You see, I cheer for Team Jesus. They don’t all wear white, matter of fact, a game would look a lot like a neighborhood pickup game with shirts, skins, ties, robes and everything else thrown in. We would be the good guys, and follow the rules. We would encourage one another, and help each other out. We would help the opposing runner dust himself off when diving back to the bag.
Or would we?
There are times when Christians are our own biggest problem. Recently a local church publicized a sportsman’s night as a fundraiser and the door prizes were two muzzle loading rifles and a compound bow. The menu was wild game and normal hamburgers and hot dogs. A sporting family was going to be in attendance to talk about the outdoors. More than 200 “Christians” objected. The comments ranged from it was wrong for a church to sponsor anything that would have kids around guns.
You see, if life were like baseball, we would know what was in the rules, and what wasn’t. We wouldn’t let politics seep into everything, and in everything seek to gain advantage over somebody. I’ve made a personal commitment to not worry about treasure in this life. God provides for my family, and normally we have more than what we need, we are living an abundant life. Instead, I want to concentrate on storing up my treasure in heaven by writing, teaching, and speaking the power, glory and majesty of the Kingdom of Heaven.
You see, I wish life was like baseball, and my team was winning, but looking at the world today, we need a supreme effort just to come back up to a tie game. Maybe a tie game today is fine, but I life for the time when my slugger, my savior comes back, steps up to the plate and knocks another one over the fence.