An annual rite of the holiday season is the Christmas countdown. Each year, children count the days to Christmas with an eager expectation, that is only matched by their mothers’ stressful preparation.
Now that Christmas has passed, other countdowns have begun. Some people are counting down the days until the start of the new year, and others have already circled the number 14 on February’s calendar in anticipation of Valentine’s Day.
The number 14 is significant to another group of people. They are counting down the 91 sunrises that stand between them and the start of the baseball season.
When they hear the number 14, they think in terms of a Rose and and a Banks. Pete Rose was a gritty presence on the diamond during his professional career; however, he was given a lifetime ban for committing baseball’s unpardonable sin.
Like Rose, Ernie Banks also wore the number 14, but his legacy remains untarnished. Even though he had not played for over 40 years when he died in 2015, Banks remains a cherished favorite of the Cub’s fans to this day.
Professional athletes know their fans can be rather fickle and their celebrity status is the result of their performance. If they do not measure up to the expectations of their fan-base, they are quickly booed.
Fortunate for us, this is not the case with God—His love is not performance-based. He will not bench you because you strike-out, but He will toss you another bat, and say, “Ok slugger, give it another try. Focus and remember, you’re the eye of My, and I’ll be in the batter’s box with you; so, swing away (Psalm 17:8).
My love for the game of baseball started at an early age. It’s a game I played with my dad, my brothers, and my friends. Summer nights were spent at the ball diamonds where I was either playing or shouting words of encouragement to my buddies who were.
Mother Teresa has said: Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.
Since I believe every knife should be a sharp knife, I keep a good edge on the one I carry in my pocket. Whenever I sharpen it, I think of an analogy from the Proverbs: As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another (Psalm 22:17).
The rhythmic and timely sound of a ticking second hand has been hushed by the advance of technology and the proliferation of digital watches. The value of a second isn’t found in its sound but in the action that transpires within this brief span of time that’s 1/86400th of a day and 1/60th of a minute.
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