Opening Day Religion
Those are some carefully chosen words up there, believe me. I make no bones about it, I am a baseball fan. I love the strategy, the skill, the colors, the smell of the grass, Hunter hot dogs, the crack of the bat when a home run is hit. The snap of the catcher’s mitt on strike three. I love it all. This is one of my favorite days of the year. I have been counting down the days since San Francisco won the World Series. Now it’s here and yes, yes I will be in the stands for the Opening Day ceremonies and the game with my mom. Who, if she starts going off on people at the stadium like she does at the TV at home, she’s sitting somewhere else. I love baseball. I’ve created two little baseball loving girls. Hopefully my little boy becomes a baseball lover. My New Mexico native wife only loves baseball because she wants the Cardinals to score 6 runs so we can get cheap drinks the next day. Still working on her. I have 4 fantasy baseball teams this season and I have MLB.tv for my computer so I can watch multiple games at a time (that’s mostly because we don’t have cable and this turned out to be a better deal). I played baseball in school and planned to strive for it as a profession until I broke my knee (that’s another really funny story). But the passion for the game will always burn deep and the love for my Cardinals will always be there as well. As a matter of fact, I’ll probably leave at some point this morning and go buy me a new hat because my old one has been beaten DOWN! I say all of this to say that the religion of Opening Day really is a sacred one to a lot of people. Some have lobbied in St. Louis to just make it a holiday, especially with the amount of people that won’t be at work. You obviously know where I will be this afternoon. Keith (the pastor at The Word at Shaw) will be there as well. So if you need some spiritual guidance, you’ll have to call us between innings. LOL, that was a joke. So many people live for this day, this moment where emotions are high and we celebrate our beloved home team. Hopes are riding high for a championship run, even with our ace Adam Wainwright down for the season (we didn’t have anything to do with that). We watch them longingly, hanging on every pitch and every at bat, waiting for something magical to happen…
Does your love for Christ even compare to your love for baseball? If you don’t love baseball that much, does it compare to whatever it is you love? I remember a time for me when that wasn’t the case. I have learned that if I love baseball this much, I have to love Christ that much more. In reality, that’s not that hard. Baseball hasn’t done anything for me. They don’t send me money. None of my bills get paid by them. Although baseball sparks emotion within me, it isn’t the end all for my spiritual mind. At the end of the day, baseball didn’t give it’s life for me. Therefore it should not receive more of my attention than someone who did. I’m talking more than just my Sunday mornings. Imagine what would happen in our lives if we spent half as much time working on our relationship with Christ as we do checking stats and following scandals. So my goal for this year is to do just that. I cannot be more excited about baseball than giving God the praise that He deserves. I cannot spend more time checking stats than I do reading God’s love letter to me. Does that mean I’m gonna spend less time on baseball? HA! That’s cheating! I’m gonna step my game up. Baseball is a religion, but Christianity is a life choice. So I’m choosing to live a better life.
