These days everyone in Boston is pretty excited about the Red Sox. Fair weather fan that I am, I am intermittently into it, too; if they win, I read the next day’s paper. So you can imagine that with Big Papi’s grand slam, I had a looong cup of coffee yesterday morning.
But you know, I haven’t been praying for the outcome that I want. In fact, that never occurred to me until I started writing this. You see, growing up a Brooklyn Dodger fan, when October came around, I just knew that God was a Yankee fan. But I stopped believing that kind of thing, not because the Dodgers went to LA and became another team altogether, but because I got older. My understanding of God matured, became more nuanced, deepened. It happened to me and it happens to you. It will continue with me, it will continue with you. God is still speaking,’ (with a comma).
We know that God isn’t a baseball fan, not even close. God doesn’t even know about baseball. God is on another plane, in a different category. In some mysterious way, more mysterious than any spectacular hitter or pitcher, God can give us peace, no matter what team we’re rooting for. I can pray that for all the teams and fans. Peace has no limits.