For the past week the blood of this blog has cried to me from the earth as Chris has tried to murder it by neglect. As he is sick right now, I’m posting in order to give him time to recover and write.
When I was a nine year old boy, I had two dream jobs. The first was to be the greatest right handed eighth inning setup man of all time, pitching for the Anaheim (not Los Angeles) Angels. You ask, “Why not a closer or a starter?” Because I fell in love with baseball through the 2002 world series and Angels reliever Francisco Rodriguez (This was before the whole domestic abuse debacle). “Why not the Dodgers?” Because making pitchers hit is insane. Love the Dodgers, hate the National League’s rules. My other dream was to go to seminary and become a pastor, because all my friends’ dads were in seminary, and I didn’t want to be a lawyer like my dad, so clearly I was called to the ministry. Yes, I believed my dreams were compatible; all my friends’ dads had second jobs. So as a nine year old boy I’d plan out sermons for my future. There was one I wanted to do in particular: “But Jeshurun Grew Fat and Kicked,” taken solely from that line in Deuteronomy 32:15. Today I partially realize my childhood dream. Continue reading “But Jeshurun Grew Fat and Kicked”
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