Other fans weren’t as laid back. Their cheers had turned to disparaging remarks. More and more fans streamed out the exits. I’m guessing they stopped in their tracks when a thunderous roar burst from the stadium. A single, a walk, and then McGee’s pinch-hit RBI tied the score at 8! It was a brand new game!
Before you could sing “take me out to the ballgame,” the Cards jumped ahead 10-8. How could it get any better? My team was winning and my stomach was full. But to our amazement, the Cardinals continued to score…and score…and score! When Willie McGee hit a grand-slam, every remaining Cards fan flew into a giddy happy dance.
It’s been 17 years since that wild game, but I can remember the final score as if it was 17 minutes ago: 16-8. Yes, the Cards scored 11 runs! It was 8-5 going into the bottom of the 8th inning. It was 8-16 going into the top of the 9th. My, how things can change.
Like a life, for instance.
I remember a time in my life when the score was definitely not in my favor. Victory was a long shot. Defeat seemed a sure bet. Did anyone in my “cheering section” consider bailing out when things looked grim? Were my circumstances too bleak to hope for a rally?
I can only speculate about those who considered heading for the exits. I only know that I’m eternally grateful for those who didn't give up on me. Thank God for those who stayed.
We have trouble all around us,
but we are not defeated. We do not know what to do, but we do not give up the hope of living. We are persecuted, but God does not leave us. We are hurt sometimes, but we are not destroyed (2 Corinthians 4:8, 9 NCV).