Dreaming of Baseball
When I was nine, I dreamed of playing baseball. But nobody wanted me – not even to play right field. Then Dad drove into town. When he came back, he handed me a carefully folded little league uniform. Dad had had a talk with Coach Robins. I was no longer a stranger. I was a batboy for the Lions. “For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, [for], just as you did it for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did it for me.’” (Matt. 25:35,40) Look around. Some kid has a dream. Maybe you can help.