Beaty’s Blog

When I was younger, maybe 7 or so, I played baseball. Keep in mind that I was not the pristine athlete back then as I am now.  I was a little chubby with big thick glasses (kind of like now, right?). I usually found my spot on the team in right field or on the bench.  One day the coach was throwing the ball with me a little harder than I could handle, but for the most part I held my own but barely.  I remember him throwing the ball and me putting the glove in front of my face to catch it.  The problem was that my glove was not quite high enough and the ball smacked me in the eye, leaving me with a cut that required three stitches.  I reflect upon that day and wonder what went wrong. From my perspective I could have blamed myself for not practicing more.  I could have blamed the coach for throwing the ball so hard to a non-athletic right fielder.  The coach could have blamed himself.  It one was really desperate, the blame could be fixed on the thick glasses that gave me the cut above my left eye instead of a bump on the head.  I reflect back and think, “Did it really matter who was to blame?”  In the end I was a little wiser about the physics of hard white balls with red stitching little boy’s heads.  God is not calling us to worry about the blame.  That’s his job.  I am assured that He is perfectly capable, not matter how poor of a job I might think He is doing.  His children are called to live. In the end it will all work out. I am amazed almost daily of how unclear my perspective is on situations and how wrong I am usually.  No matter how correct we believe our perspectives to be, it is important to remember that His is a little higher and impeccably clear.