The Old Sandlot

It was 1987, I was a towering 4′ (maybe) 6″ menace from the mound. I had perfected two pitches. A mean sinker and an un-hittable fastball with pinpoint accuracy. But then came that one fateful day during our team warm up. We were all near the back fence playing catch and loosening up. The ball was up in the air, I went back, caught the ball, turned my head and found the fence. Blood gushed out of a deep gash a quarter of inch under my right eye, and it was off to the ER to get stitches. I was supposed to pitch that game, but instead, the coach’s son took the mound, and I never pitched again. Would I have been the original “dice-k”? Probably not, but who knows how long I could’ve played baseball for? High school? College? Minors? Oh well, missed opportunity.

Life is full of those. Some are really insignificant, like driving down the highway and realizing you need gas just as you pass a gas station only to find that all the ones you pass now are 2 cents more. And then some are really significant, with eternal ramifications.

The other day, I was in the kitchen with my cousin talking about questions kids ask, and the following conversation ensued:

cousin: Cameron asked me a hard question the other day.
me: Oh yeah? What did he ask?
cousin: He asked, “If I’m good, will God bring me back to life?” Do you see how hard that question is?
me: What did you say?
cousin: I asked Cameron why he asked that question. Cameron’s teacher had told him that God brought Jesus back to life after he died.
me: That is a tricky question.

And that was pretty much the last thing I said. All along, in my head, I was thinking, perfect opportunity to explain the amazing grace that God offers. He does want to bring us back to life, in fact, he wants to give us eternal life. But all I could muster was “That is a tricky question.” Missed opportunity? Uh…what do you think? And that’s what I do for a living – sorta. I share with students all the time about Christ and I couldn’t share with my very own nephew.

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