Well, baseball, turns out, is a lot like love. You can't hide anything when you're playing the field and trying to make a catch. Excuses and begging won't help, neither will cheating or bragging. God's long finger of justice pointed me straight up, where the clouds broke open and my baseball fog lifted, and I got the answers I needed.

With a C in science keeping me home afte school, my only hope was catching one of Mr. Dadburny's pop-ups at recess, flies that were hit so high they disppeared into the sun. I thought maybe there would be a science formula for catching a baseball, and when I went looking for it, my answers came both on and off the field.

It is always interesting to ask a Christian about their salvation story, especially this time of year. There is never one of those stories that is boring, and often they begin along a dark path with twists and turns with little assurance that there is any light at the other end. Along the way, someone likened the journey to walking through a dark tunnel that begins black and dingy, but ends with...well, you may have to walk the through this story yourself to see the grace that brought us safe thus far.

Some people find the call of the mourning dove sorrowful, perhaps because its low and tender tone. I am just waking up myself, allowing my thoughts