On a lighter note today, this spring my son played t-ball for the first time. We all had a great time and we loved watching kids his age (6) play. It’s also fun to watch some of the grown-ups act like spoiled brats but that’s another story for another day. Anyway, between chasing bugs, lying down in the outfield, running off the field to the bathroom or climbing the dugout fence, you just never knew what one of those kids would do. (The pros are kind of like that only what they do I can’t repeat here). So, you know the game. They put a ball on a plastic tee and the kids swing at the ball and take off running (assuming they hit the ball).
One cute little kid would stand there and look at the ball, turn around to look and see if mom and dad were watching, take a few practice swings and repeat the process. I’m not kidding, sometimes it would take a couple of minutes to hit the ball. Now a couple of minutes is like an eternity in baseball, especially t-ball. (Of course, in the doctor’s office, you could only wish you had to wait a couple of minutes.) Eventually the kid would swing and, half of the time, hit the ball. But at least he eventually swung and eventually hit the ball. And boy was I happy! I could just see myself there till midnight waiting for Johnny “Pete Rose” Smith to finally swing.
That brings me to today’s thought: You’ll never hit the ball if you never swing. Well that doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out, I know. But there’s a lot of truth in there and a lot of application for us. In life, you’ll never hit the ball if you never swing. You won’t go anywhere if you don’t take the chance and don’t take the risk. To quote the name of a book, “You’ll Never Walk on Water if You Don’t Get Out of the Boat.” That does sound easy but life is hard and a lot of times we don’t take a swing at it.
Life involves risk. We can hole ourselves up in a bedroom or on a couch watching reruns of Sanford and Son (I love Elizabeth) and we can live our protected lives out of the realm of risk. But what life is that? What kind of game is that? Baseball would be extremely boring if I had to watch a kid stand at a tee for three hours looking back and forth, waving his bat like a fly swatter. And life is the same way, if we don’t get out and try and experience it. There would be no challenge. There would be no failure. There would be no reward. And the game would take forever to play.
Have a great weekend and eat two cookies and call me in the morning.