NORMAL PEOPLE don’t think about the Bible during a World Series baseball game.
Especially not during games in this particular World Series, what with all its nail-biting, those come-from-behind Royal rallies, and that 98 mph fireball to the head of Kansas City shortstop Alcides Escobar.
Shame on Bad Thor.
Seriously, the head?
Kansas City Royals are made up of better stuff than that. No retaliation. They turned the other cheek. Then grabbed a bat.
But I digress, because it so ticked me off.
My daughter and my son are what got me to thinking about the Bible during the World Series.
They grew up in Kansas City. My daughter was three months old to the day when the Kansas City Royals won their only previous World Series championship, with the help of George Brett and that 1985 team. My son would not be born for another two years.
Until the wee hours of Monday morning, East Coast time, they have each lived their entire life without knowing what it’s like to have a championship baseball team in their hometown.
Schools and businesses are closed today for the parade welcoming home the ballplayers and coaching staff. A big hunk of the city will try to squeeze into Downtown. My son among them.
Kansas City has spent 30 years exiled from a World Series championship.
That’s the better part of a generation. Bummer.
When we study the Bible it’s hard to get a sense of the flow of time and how it affected the people back then.
When Babylonian invaders from what is now Iraq leveled the city of Jerusalem in 586 BC – turning the Holy City into Rock City – most Jews lucky enough to survive got themselves exiled from their homeland for a full generation: 50 years in Iraq. Bummer. And it was even longer without a temple, some 70 years.
When I see how excited my kids are today – everyone in Kansas City, for that matter — I understand just a tiny bit more why the Jews were so happy to end their exile.
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