Yes, I actually am posting something about sports

So I had this thought about baseball, the other day.

(It’s not often I think about sports.  So maybe I’m even more full of it than usual.)

The thought was that baseball is a perfect sport for the U.S.  It’s almost a metaphor for who we are as a country.

I was thinking about how we’re all individualistic and stuff, and how that really plays out on the diamond.  A batter approaches a team of people, all who are opposed to what he wants to do.  He might incidentally help others along (if they are on base) or whatever, but baseball, from the batter’s perspective, is this solitary thing, this David vs. Goliath thing, this individual standing up to the crowd sort of thing.

I don’t know how this plays out that the individual soon will be in the field with a bunch of other team mates.  Perhaps it doesn’t mean anything.  Perhaps somewhere deep inside we understand that some times we stand alone and other times we are part of the crowd that others will stand up to. 

Just my thought for the day.  What do you think?  What do the sports people watch say about them?


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The stories that speak to our soul begin at a home where things are good. Cinderella is happy with her father. The three little pigs have grown up and are ready to move on. Bilbo Baggins knows his shire. Adam and Eve walk with God in the garden. My story isn’t much different. There was a time and a place where it was so good. There was a community for me. And there was joy. We were filled with a sincere desire to do what God wanted us to do. We possessed explanations and understandings that went a certain distance. We offered security and tradition and laughter. For a lot of years, that was enough. I have this sense that it was also necessary. I have this surety, now, that it certainly wasn’t everything. There were some things that became increasingly problematic as time went by. There was a desire to package things up so very neatly. Sunday morning services were efficient and strategic. Responses to differences of opinion were premeditated. Formula began to feel more important than being real. A real desire for everybody to be one of us, but also a real sense that there is an us, and there is a them. They carried a regret that it has to be this way, but deeper than this regret was a surety that this is how it is. I began to recognize that there was a cost of admission to that group. There were people who sat at the door, collecting it. Those people wished they didn’t have to. But I guess they felt like they did have to. They let some people in, and they left others out. There was a provisional membership. My friends did possess a desire to accommodate people that are different… But it would be best for everyone concerned if they were only a little bit different. I did make many steps forward in this place. Before I went there, there were lies that I believed. Some of the things that I learned there, I still hold on to. But that place is not my home anymore. Those people are not my community anymore. There were times it was hard. I am engaged in a different community now. And I am working hard at finding a place in many different places now, embracing many different kind of families. I don’t always get it right. I am trying and I am learning and I am moving foreward. I have this sense that I am not alone in these experiences. I believe that we are tribe and we are growing. We are pilgrims, looking for a new holy land. Perhaps we won’t settle on the same spot of land. But if you’ve read this far, I am thinking that we are probably headed in the same general direction. I have begun this blog to talk about where my journey is taking me. In every space, we find people who help us along. And maybe we can get to know each other, here. We embrace ideas that provide a structure for the things we believe, and perhaps we can share these too. Maybe we can form a group, a tribe, a community, if we can figure out a way to work through the shadow of these kinds of groups, if we can bigger than the us-and-them ideas that have caused so much trouble in the past. As important as they are, I think the very nature of online interactions will lend itself to something equally powerful. I am stumbling onto these practices that my grandfathers and great grandfathers in the faith engaged in. I am learning about these attitudes and intuitions are so different than the kinds of things we call doctrine today. I don’t know about you, but I am running out of patience, and even interest, in conversations about doctrine. I hope that maybe you’ll share a little something about where your journey is taking you, and maybe our common joys and challenges might help each other along, and we might lift each other up. Thanks for doing this journey with me.

One thought on “Yes, I actually am posting something about sports”

  1. i’ve always admired that about baseball. To the casual observer, it’s boring as hell. i get that. Yet there’s something about the collective of individual efforts in baseball that distinguishes it from other sports.

    When the ball comes to you, you’re it. There isn’t someone else to field your area. When you’re successful you pass it on to someone else and then they’re it. It works on both offense and defense. Everybody gets a chance to be a play maker.

    The best part is that the team with all the best players doesn’t always prevail. There’s so much more to being a team than the collection of individual talents; it’s timing and cooperation and tremendous attention to detail in practice.

    Good call my sports-challenged friend.


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