Take Me Out to the Ball Game

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The Rangers were playing at the ballpark and a friend gave us tickets. The seats were beyond belief. Twelve rows back, just to the left of home plate. My middle son, Andrew was about nine at the time. He and I were huge Ranger fans. So there we were, Amy, Andrew and me. Decked out in red and, as Bob Uker would say, “Down on the front row!”

I looked over at Andrew and he was all pouty. What in the world? These are the best seats we’ve ever had! Usually we’re so high that when they hit a fly ball we’re still looking down on it.

“What’s up?”

Andrew said, “Look at that big net in front of us! I’m never going to get a foul ball.”

I looked around at the thirty-something thousand people at the game and at the net in front of us, and thought, “What are the odds? He’s right. For us to get a foul, the ball will have to go almost straight up behind the batter slightly to the left and then drop straight down. No way.”

I said, “Andrew, there are thirty thousand people in this stadium and they all want a foul ball. What are the odds of you ever getting one anyway?

I tried to comfort him with a lemon chill, but he was inconsolable.

Then it happened. About the third inning, Cedano fouled straight back. The ball hit the concrete rim of the second deck and bounded down the aisle directly toward us. It was a miracle, this foul is heading right towards Andrew… But Andrew never had a chance. The guy in the seat behind us reached down and scooped it up. It was over that quick.

Andrew quietly slumped back into his seat and slipped off his little glove. I really felt for him. I couldn’t imagine a ball coming that close again. A couple of innings later the man with the ball tapped Andrew on the shoulder and said, “Hey, you want a baseball?” He held out the prize.

Does he want the baseball? Does a one legged duck swim in circles? Andrew carefully took the trophy, wrapped it in his glove and said, “Thank you.” His year had been made.

What a wonderful thing to do! What a beautiful gift! That man didn’t have to do that. But he did. He gave up something valuable for someone he didn’t even know. I don’t know if that man knew Jesus or not, but that moment, he sure acted like him.

Luke 6:38 “Give, and it will be given to you; good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, they will pour into your lap.”

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