We’re in the bottom of the 9th as Good battles for the win against Evil. The bases are loaded with two outs and the winning run stands on first base. A hush falls over the crowd. The game has been an ugly one and hope is waning. From the pitcher’s mound the snarling Dark One gnashes his teeth in anticipation of taking out his final Batter. He’s been waiting for this moment! Stepping up to the plate is One shrouded in glorious light. He has been content to let time run its course as the innings dragged by. But time is now up. The “game” is almost over. He knew from the beginning how it would end and how the faint of heart would doubt His team. But the deadly blow is about to be delivered. The first pitch flies right down the middle of the plate. He nearly swings, but holds back. It isn’t the right one. His mind travels instead to the horrors inflicted on His teammates by the vile opponents. Shootings, bombings, rapes…senseless acts of rage and violence to prove what? Oh, they scored some runs in the process but couldn’t they see how it would end in defeat? Again, another perfect pitch nearly blinds Him with speed and accuracy. He watches as a grin creeps over the loathsome face of the pitcher, who is sure victory lies in his next pitch. But still the moment wasn’t right. There can be no mistake. The patient batter replays in His mind the countless children whose innocence has been stripped by beholding things they then spent a lifetime trying to shake. He considers how many souls have been lost to the deceit of the very one gearing up to deliver the final pitch. He takes a slow, deep breath. He cannot stand to let it go on a moment longer. Digging His cleats into the worn spots by the plate He leans into His back leg, ready to explode with power as the ball barrels toward Him. With an eye expertly on the target, He unleashes every ounce of His power on the unsuspecting fielders. The ball sails with such force it shakes the entire stadium. The gentle One calmly lays His bat aside and begins to round the bases. As He passes each fielder they bow down before Him. Not out of love or reverence, but from fear. They simply cannot bear to look upon His countenance. He rounds third base and heads for home, watching all His teammates make it securely there before Him. He touches a toe to home plate and gathers His team in His arms. It is finished. Game over! {Kasey Norton, 4/15/13}
Posted on: Thu, 05 Sep 2013 14:57:18 +0000
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