well, it's finally here. opening day. the day in which chaos hovered over the sports world, but God looked at it and said, "let us bring forth the diamond and we will separate the diamond from the expanse of the stands by a fence." and continued, saying, "let us fill the diamond with the sound of ash wood cracking, with the smell of leather, grass and hot dogs, and let the foul lines be straight, and let home runs fill the air." all the grass was made greener than the greatest emeralds, and the sound of stadium organs echoed through the fullness thereof. And God looked at all that was made, called it good, and said in a most authoritative voice, "PLAY BALL!!!!" oh man do i love me some baseball. the fact that its beginning coincides with all the joy of spring and resurrection hope is no mere coincidence. baseball is a sort of resurrection, mirroring the seasons with its great march through summer and then it's autumnal fall each october,
a collection of words about God and life and art and baseball and football and hope and my family and my ministry and music and the immense joy in each moment of all of it. it's a record of being human. welcome.