
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.
Once Christmas has passes, other countdowns begin. Some people are already 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 51 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 publicity shamed for his a poor decision.
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 is your biggest fan, and He will not bench you because you strike-out; He’ll toss you another bat, and say, “OK slugger, give it another try.”
THE WORLD ENDS TOMORROW! If you want to do something special for your sweetie, you better do it today.
I guess it’s somewhat fitting that the date of the Iowa caucus is just a few weeks ahead of Valentine’s Day. Both are love-hate events, and the language of the participants is characterized by loving phrases of praise or acerbic accusations that are as sharp as Cupid’s arrows.
