I was playing baseball with my 3 boys today. For me this is one of the joys of being a father of boys. We got dusty, we got hit by balls, we spit, we yelled. We played baseball. Maybe not well, but a little better than last time. I am truly living the dream. I wonder if Jesus played baseball (or whatever sport they played in ancient Israel) with his father. Did he yell and scream? Did he spit? Did he try to show off for the girls that were watching? It reminded me of a great song by the late Rich Mullins. Lyrics included. Enjoy.
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