Here comes the Judge with a bat instead of a gavel.
At last it is October Ball
when the Boys of Summer shine. Forget what happened back last spring. The Fall means playoff time! The Judge is ready to hold court. His Yankees are in tow. And then there is that Mariner whose name is Julio. This is the very time of year when baseball fans appear who for six months were MIA but now are perched to cheer. Excitement builds. The Series waits! But what two teams will play? October Ball will find us hooked as we watch day-by-day.
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Fan favorite Jim Ryun failed to qualify for his event in the Munich Olympics
Fifty years ago this week,
a runner (fouled) would fall. And though he would appeal, he was denied. Jim Ryun failed to qualify to mine Olympic gold. It was a test by which his faith was tried. This Munich moment would define Jim’s character and more. Who tripped him on the track he would forgive. So too the IOC top brass who recognized their error. Jim learned wounds can’t be licked to truly live. And live he did. Jim Ryun ran for Congress. And he won. The “Kid from Kansas” gave his faith some feet. Committed to a Christ-like cause, Jim took his laps in stride while learning from life’s setbacks and defeats.
Perhaps we, too, can learn from him
when tempted to give in when others trip us up by their mistakes. May we, like Jim, refuse to quit forgiving as we go while proving what is stretched need never break. Like this: Like Loading...
Vin Scully, the beloved Dodgers play-by-play announcer waves goodbye
Dodger Blue is feeling blue.
The broadcast booth is dark. The man who brought the game to life has sadly left the park.
He rounded third on Tuesday night
and safely slid in home. His well-lived life brought joy to ours. But now we feel alone.
The prince of play-by-play has died.
Vin Scully has moved on. That warm and winsome voice we loved is going, going, gone!
Peace to his memory!
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Amen Corner at Augusta National Golf Course
There’s no green jacket
for this Master’s Sunday. But there are green palm branches waved by those in the gallery who excitedly realize the significance of what they are part of. In “Amen Corner” the tulips and azaleas trumpet their praise as creation recognizes the glory of this holy moment. It is a thing of beauty to behold. The Champion joyfully acknowledges their cheers as he drinks in the adulation of those who line the fairways that lead to the final flag. It’s a surreal scene. A sacred snapshot. Men and women. Old and young. Followers and critics alike. They all watch the drama playing out before them in newsreel-like fashion. But this victory procession doesn’t lead to Butler Cabin at Augusta National. Rather, it serpentines through the cobblestone streets of an ancient city. The spontaneous parade ends at an impressive Clubhouse where (ironically) today’s Master conferred with the local professionals comparing scorecards decades previously when he was but a boy of twelve. But now is years removed from his bar mitzvah. The Scriptures read that day have been fulfilled this day. And yet, all is not what you might imagine. Vendors tables topple. Angry words are spoken. The rules committee is confronted by the One signing autographs. The Hero departs. The crowds disband. As the parade ends a week begins that will culminate in what appears to be a tragedy. This Master’s celebration morphs to sorrow. This Master’s glory portends more. Like this: Like Loading...
Who can you comfort today?
While slaloming through daily commitments,
other’s expectations can get in our head and crowd out our confidence. As a result, we miss a gate. We make mistakes. We question our competence and replay our regrets. We temporarily forget that CHAMP is spelled with an A and not a U. We long for a shoulder to cry on and hear someone who believes in us remind us what we are capable of. We need to know we’re not alone. We need to realize that others understand. And once we realize that the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat is a common to our race, we need to be at the finish line (or before) to comfort those in pain. Who can you comfort today? “Rejoice with those who rejoice. Weep with those who weep.” Romans 12:15 Like this: Like Loading...