T-ball. Could there be any form of baseball that’s more pure? There are no steroids (unless you think “Sweet Tarts” are a bit questionable). There is no obsession with winning. And, somehow, everyone wins every game. Sweet, simple and untainted, that’s what t-ball is.
I have been blessed to coach all four of my boys in T-ball over the years. And, this past Monday evening Cooper, my five-year-old, had his very first T-ball practice. He asked 25 times last week, “How many days till my first T-ball practice?” Then on Monday he started the, “How many hours till T-ball practice?” When T-ball practice finally got started Cooper told me, “Dad, playing T-ball is like being in heaven, this is awesome!”
It got me to thinking that maybe there are some similarities between Christianity, heaven and T-ball. Let see, in T-ball …
- You don’t keep score.
- You never get put out.
- Strikes don’t count.
- At the end, you always win.
That pretty much makes T-ball perfect, just like heaven. You never got put out, your strikes didn’t count against you and you leave the game a winner.
In this old world I’ve decided to put my faith and life in Jesus’ hands. I’ve given him my life because I need him as my Savior. And when I did this: He put me on his team (I don’t get put out), he didn’t count my strikes (sins) anymore, and best yet, when the end of the game comes (life), I leave here a winner.
Yep, Cooper’s theology was right on target, T-ball IS pretty much like heaven. Jesus is an awesome coach. And I’m so thankful he invites me to be on his team.