I love baseball. I always have. I can enjoy any game, no matter who is playing. Even if it takes my team 6.5 hours and 18 innings to finally get the win (Giants vs. Nationals, 2014). Even if it’s the local high school where I don’t actually know any kids. To everyone that thinks baseball is a slow boring sport: you are wrong.
Sometimes you just need a word. Sometimes it comes from God himself. Other times it comes from a muppet and a banjo.
“A period is the end of a sentence—not the end of the story.”
Someone else is authoring our story. Let’s keep reading the story to see how it is finished. 1
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
I had a “vision” this morning. I use that word loosely. In reality, it was more like me imagining myself being in an action movie scene, complete with a dramatic orchestral soundtrack. 1
I was walking down a nice trail with a friend. We were talking and enjoying hanging out. The views were nice. It wasn’t a piece of cake walk, but not really strenuous either — comfortably difficult. Most importantly, it headed toward a place I wanted to go.
- This may or may not happen a lot, which may or may not be especially ridiculous since I’m 42 and overweight. ↵
“I don’t know what happened, Daddy.”