Baseball as a Road to God

The Gathering minus Steve

The Gathering minus Steve

On Monday six seminary friends come together from Indiana, Texas, Colorado, Illinois, and Minnesota for an annual “Old Dogs’ Gathering” at our alma mater, McCormick Theological Seminary, in Chicago.

Years ago four of us cut Professor Boling’s Hebrew class to take our homiletics (i.e., preaching) professor, Herb King, to the Opening Day Cubs game at Wrigley Field. We were VERY serious students!

In preparation for this year’s annual gathering, we’ve been reading John Sexton’s marvelous book, Baseball as a Road to God: Seeing Beyond the Game, and we’ll return to Wrigley Field where two of the Old Dogs’ hearts are perpetually broken. Steve Shoemaker, one of the Old Dogs, sent this to us this morning.

Seminary Reunion

Here we would each learn to preach
a sermon–going from the Greek,
Hebrew, to the common speech
of folks today. Here we would seek
answers to all questions: old,
or new, conundrums from a child,
screams of pain from a grey head
that’s waiting for a grave. Reviled
scorned, by former college friends
who now run businesses, our mild
Biblical response pretends
to follow One who like a lamb
went to the slaughter. We damn
ourselves in not forgiving them.

This year we lost one of the original seven old friends, Dale Hartwig, who grew old too soon and faster than the rest of us. John Sexton reminds us of the difference between beginnings and endings, and the need for a vantage point:

“While the teams and players on the field may change each autumn, the game’s evocative power is continuous. Opening Day in the spring and the World Series in the fall are the bookends of baseball’s liturgical time…. Vantage point is critical.”

Baseball as a Road to God: Seeing Beyond the Game, Penguin Group, NY, NY, 2013.

Everyone should be so blessed as to have friends like these and a vantage point of continuing thanksgiving.

April Fools’ Day and Chicago Cubs Fans

There’s nothing worse than being a Cub’s fan. No fans are more loyal. But the Cubs always find a way to disappoint.

Annually…on Opening Day…hope is re-born. But by the end of every season Cubs fans are singing a stanza of Isaac Watts’ hymn, “O God, Our Help in Ages Past”: “Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its sons away; they fly, forgotten, as a dream dies at the opening day.”

Today, the Cubs’ Opening Day is also April Fools’ Day!

Verse — Opening Day, 2013

Our starting pitcher goes for 8
innings without a run. His first
at bat, our first baseman will hit
a home run on the very first
pitch thrown. Our relievers will try
to lose the game–but a pop fly
will strand their runners–yes! We cheer!
A win! THIS WILL BE THE CUBS’ YEAR!

– Steve Shoemaker, Cubs fan, Urbana, IL
(In honor of Harry Lee Strong, also cursed)