Take Me Out To The Ballgame
by reginald daniel
We raided the concession stand, turned on the lights,
ate candy, popcorn, and twinkies and drank pop and played baseball at the
little league park until midnight. It was our park. We were having the time of
our life. How dare they try to lock us out! We had a plan. And, it worked.
The secret was that we figured out a way to break in and take over. One interesting aspect was that even tho an occasional police car came by and neighbors could easily see that the lights were on, everyone assumed the lights were SUPPOSED to be on. No one called the police. The neighbors did not call the police and the police did not call the police. :)
It was a bit tuff to play ball because we were laughing so hard at our sneaky “attack” on the electrical box and the snack attack on all those leftover concessions. We thot we had died and gone to heaven. We were almost delirious over the spoils of our serendipitous endeavor. “Free” fast food and playing baseball forever on a real diamond, instead of in the street.
What we had done was illegal and what you could rightly call sinful. I guess the good side of it was that we were not doing drugs breaking into houses, nor stealing hubcaps.
Does this youthful breaking and entering remind you of anything? Or anyone?
What we did is certainly not a holy analogy by any means, but there is an allusion to another event that is quite pure and powerful, indeed.
When Jesus came, He destroyed the bondage and slavery of the devil. He spoiled the principalities and powers of evil. He feasts with His children as we bask in the light. The gigantic fellowship banquet has not started but the appetizers are startlingly scrumptious. Jesus does not simply serve food and provide light. He IS food and light.
Local tax money and donations ultimately paid for our stolen food and electricity at the ball park. Our enjoyment was quite real but short-lived. Jesus paid for our banquet with His blood. And the effects are forever. He had a plan and it worked. The law and onlookers cannot stop the party. Get into the game. wreg
The secret was that we figured out a way to break in and take over. One interesting aspect was that even tho an occasional police car came by and neighbors could easily see that the lights were on, everyone assumed the lights were SUPPOSED to be on. No one called the police. The neighbors did not call the police and the police did not call the police. :)
It was a bit tuff to play ball because we were laughing so hard at our sneaky “attack” on the electrical box and the snack attack on all those leftover concessions. We thot we had died and gone to heaven. We were almost delirious over the spoils of our serendipitous endeavor. “Free” fast food and playing baseball forever on a real diamond, instead of in the street.
What we had done was illegal and what you could rightly call sinful. I guess the good side of it was that we were not doing drugs breaking into houses, nor stealing hubcaps.
Does this youthful breaking and entering remind you of anything? Or anyone?
What we did is certainly not a holy analogy by any means, but there is an allusion to another event that is quite pure and powerful, indeed.
When Jesus came, He destroyed the bondage and slavery of the devil. He spoiled the principalities and powers of evil. He feasts with His children as we bask in the light. The gigantic fellowship banquet has not started but the appetizers are startlingly scrumptious. Jesus does not simply serve food and provide light. He IS food and light.
Local tax money and donations ultimately paid for our stolen food and electricity at the ball park. Our enjoyment was quite real but short-lived. Jesus paid for our banquet with His blood. And the effects are forever. He had a plan and it worked. The law and onlookers cannot stop the party. Get into the game. wreg