Take Me Out To The Ballgame

My Father's Day gift was a trip to the Lexington Legends baseball game. Our seats were on the second row behind the catcher. I could hear fast balls smack the catcher's mitt and see the bottom drop out of a sinker ball. I was given the gift of jumbo hot dogs with way too much spicy mustard--just the way a ballpark hot dog is supposed to be prepared. The Legends won 10 to 6. Since the Legends are a very minor league club (South Atlantic League), between every inning there is some type of home grown enterainment, such as: kids in a taco sailing contest, mascots spinning with their heads on bats then trying to run the base-line, a couple in a pillow fight on a tall and very small inflated mattress; etc. At the end of the ballgame, there was a fireworks display. Well, you get the picture, a minor league baseball game is a lot of fun and they play baseball. Maybe someone will figure out how to make church more like minor league baseball games--a whole lot of homegrown fun in the midst of some "meetings." I think Jesus and the children would like this. Who knows, maybe even some of us older ones would have to become more like children--oops, I think someone has already said that.