You’re
watching a movie about a baseball team. They’re the small town underdogs. They’re
in a new arena. They’re nervous. They’re
making errors, dropping the ball, the fans are booing, they just can’t get in
the groove…but then it happens.
Someone
in the stands gets up.
They
start to clap, quiet and slow, at first. But little by little they continue,
louder and louder.
And
then, someone else joins in. And then another, and another and...
Down on
the field the pitcher lifts his eyes from out of the dirt. He hears the clap
instead of the jeer. He wipes the sweat, and a tear, from his brow and lays a
fast ball straight across the plate.
“STRIKE
THREE” the umpire yells.
The
crowd stands to their feet, their hands in the air, as one voice, they cheer.
The
pitcher slaps his glove. His eyes focus. The music starts. The team
hunkers. They step into the zone and begin to play as one.
Yesterday,
I witnessed that.
Didn’t
expect it when we left for church
We sat
near the back, in our usual place. After the hymns were sung, the pastor walked
to his place up front.
He
talked about a book he’d just read. “It was a real page turner,” he said.
He’d picked it up one morning, and
was so compelled to know what happened next; he read and read, until he turned
the last page that evening.
He said
it was scripturally sound, carried a message and made you feel like you were in
the story.
He
rambled on a little more saying things every author wishes he could hear about
something he’d written.
And
then it happened.
He held
up the book, it was familiar, real familiar, and asked me to stand. “Whatever, the
price of, The Voice—” he said— “you
should figure in a box of tissues—because you’re going to need it"
I stood,
glanced at the congregation looking at me, felt my face turn red, nodded to the
preacher and sat back down.
To this
moment, I’m not sure why, but first one, then another, then a whole church full
of folks started clapping.
I didn’t
expect that, not any of it. But, the timing was perfect.
Just
when it appears no one hears. When jumping-in with both feet doesn’t even seem to
make a ripple.
In a moment
when giving it all, isn’t enough; but dropping the ball, making errors and
strike outs there’s plenty…
Suddenly,
unexpectedly, someone stands and starts to clap.
Someone
pats you on the back, sends you a card, gives you a call...asks you to stand.
It
makes a difference, and it’s huge.
You’ll
never know how much so, until the day you walk the streets of gold and someone
grabs your hand, smiles and says, “You don’t know me, but I’m here today, because
of your kindness way back when…Thank you.”
Weary not in well doing, for in due season you shall reap, if you faint not Galations 6:9
Humble
thanks to you dear friend, your encouragement has blessed time and again.
To you, wise Pastor, your timing was God led.
And especially to You, Lord Jesus,
to You I bow.
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