Yea! The Chiefs won, 8-3. The sun was shining; the air was crisp; the new grass field was immaculately groomed; the coneys and sausages were great! I needed my emergency blanket out of the car by the fourth inning. As you can guess, I was able to take the night off last evening and take in a Chief’s game against the Redwings. Watching a baseball game always takes me back to my high school days. I played high school baseball for Arkport and loved it, even though I was not very good. I had the lowest strikeout rate on the team but also the lowest batting average; with the predictable result that I sat on the bench most of the time and kept score. But I also cheered a lot. “Little bingo now…” or “a walk’s as good as a hit here…” And so when I go to a game now, I’m not silent either; it’s just habit. When I did play in high school, I usually played first base as I could catch and I could stretch, or sometimes I played right field. Having played makes me a much more knowledgeable spectator, but I’ve forgotten some of what I knew too. I recognize and appreciate a really good play even by the opposing team and usually say so out loud. Last night the Redwings had several outstanding defensive plays — one 6-4-3 double play was spectacular. I chose this game especially because it was on Friday, a good night for me, and because the owner of the Redwings is also on the Houghton trustee board with me so I’ll be able to talk to him about it next time I see him too.
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Oh how we can relate spiritually to every day activities. No wonder Jesus always used parables (stories) to relate important lessons. In that way, we could remember and apply it to our living.
Having applied the Word of God daily makes us better “spectators and players”. No application causes memory laps. We recognize a kind deed or good choice and can acknowledge it out loud giving glory to God.
Oh how wonderful to know the Savior loved a good “story”.
I find that often some of my most creative insights come from the unintentional integration in my thoughts of unrelated everyday activities with what might be called serious subjects.