What’s baseball got to do with God? Absolutely nothing. EXCEPT…
It inspires me. When I see a team win the game in the bottom of the ninth with a walk off home run, it gives me chills.
It excites me. When I see a team inch its way back, little by little, from a four-run deficit, it puts me on the edge of my seat.
It chokes me up. When I see a little league kid catch a fly ball in the outfield and his eyes light up as the crowd goes wild, I just can’t…
It nerds me out. I love the statistics, the strategies, the standings, and way it all plays out over the six-month long regular season.
It reminds me of how fleeting life is. It’s already October? It’s postseason baseball time! And this is the best baseball there is.
God didn’t have to make me this way, but He did. He loves me. And He made me to love this game. It has always given me such great joy.
And I like to think He’s smiling, too.