Greetings Dear Reader,
Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are
important to get out. Usually I just
write them and put them in my journal folder.
I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.
Last evening I spent the night at my final Mallards game of
the season. There is one more home game but I will be on the road. It has been a good season and I wish them the
best in the playoffs.
The professional baseball world is topsy-turvy for me. The Cubs are still the best team in the game
and my beloved Braves are at the bottom of the bottom. I am happy for my long beleaguered Cubs friends. They have waited so very long to feel this
hope and potential. Since my Braves will
not be in contention I hope the Cubs take it all if only to make my friends
happy.
My Braves did prosper in their former home town this week,
sweeping a series with the Brewers. My
real baseball happiness this year has been enjoying the Mallards with my
family. It has been a warm muggy
season. My Grandsons have been more
engaged in the game. They both have sung
at the game in front of thousands of fans.
I have seen my Son really relax and enjoy baseball.
The metaphors of baseball still run strong in my heart. Every individual on the field matters even if
they never touch the ball. Every moment
of the game is one of potential. I am
learning that it is so both on and off
the field. The opportunities’ to be kind
and loving to those around me abound. The
chances to be patient and grateful to
the staff occur nightly..
In the microcosm of each game is this temporary community of
people in a united purpose. They all want the same thing; a win. I watch my
Son set the example of cheering and not booing to his Sons and I am proud of
him. I see my Grandsons begin to
understand the game and am delighted.
Mostly though I am constantly reminded that every season,
game, inning, and pitch has potential.
Any at bat can turn death into a fighting chance to live. Last night the only score was a two run home
run by the opposition. That single swing
of the bat was enough to change everything.
Soon the air will turn crisp. The Mallards players will return to their
respective colleges. The Braves will
start their off season. For the sake of
my friends and my pastor I hope the Cubs are the last team standing as October
heralds the end of the season.
What I will carry into the winter where baseball and the
green world sleeps is this: I have a
deeper love for my Children and Grandchildren through the common threads of the
baseball seam. I have a deeper love of
Christ through the lessons of potential taught in the cathedral of the
diamond.
Eventually my heart will run out of summers. For now I will embrace hope. I will hope for better fortunes for my
Braves. I will hope that my family will
embrace the journey of faith; even those who are in their winter of
discontent. I will journey through the
deep midwinter in hope for a better outcome.
This is baseball and this is life.
The
Riddle – Five for Fighting
There was a man back in '95
Whose heart ran out of summers
But before he died, I asked him
Wait, what's the sense in life?
Come over me, come over me
He said
Son, why you got to sing that tune?
Catch a Dylan song or some eclipse of the moon
Let an angel swing and make you swoon
Then you will see, you will see
Then he said
Here's a riddle for you
Find the answer
There's a reason for the world
You and I
Picked up my kid from school today
Did you learn anything causin' the world today
You can't live in a castle far away
Now talk to me, come talk to me
He said
Dad, I'm big, but we're smaller than small
In the scheme of things, well, we're nothing at all
Still every mother's child sings a lonely song
So play with me, come play with me
And, hey, dad
Here's a riddle for you
Find the answer
There's a reason for the world
You and I
I said
Son, for all I've told you
When you get right down to the
Reason for the world
Who am I?
There are secrets that we still have left to find
There have been mysteries from the beginning of time
There are answers we're not wise enough to see
He said
You looking for a clue
I love you free
The batter swings and the summer flies
As I look into my angel's eyes
A song plays on while the moon is high over me
Something comes over me
I guess we're big, and I guess we're small
If you think about it, man, you know we got it all
'Cause we're all we got on this bouncing ball
And I love you free
I love you freely
Here's a riddle for you
Find the answer
There's a reason for the world
You and I
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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