I first started playing baseball as a youngster in Oklahoma City in first grade for the Crooked Oak Cardinals. The first game I played they started me at shortstop between second and third base. The coach said I did a good job since one of the first balls that was hit by the opposing team was a high fly ball which ended up landing right on top of my head. The hat cushioned the blow a bit, but my head still throbbed for the next several innings. The coach just smiled and said “Way to use your head Tony.”
I loved everything about baseball. I loved the sound of the ball coming off the bat with that cool cracking sound. I loved kicking the red Oklahoma dirt in other kids faces and spinning around in circles when waiting on the batter to finally hit the ball. I loved that chattering sound that the coach taught us all to do when the opposing batters were trying to hit the ball when we were in the field. “Batta Batta Batta … Come on batta batta batta…… swing…. “. I loved just getting together with my friends and having fun. I loved how we would go for ice creams after the games sometimes. But the thing I loved the most about baseball was the smell of the glove that I had to always keep on my left hand when we were in the field. I would place my glove on my face when we were in the field just to get some extra sniffs of that awesome smell of leather. There is just something about the smell of rawhide leather and playing baseball. I don’t believe there is anything much better in this world, do you?
When I first joined the Crooked Oak Cardinals to play baseball, the coach told us to all go buy baseball gloves at the store. But he also told us to make sure we bought a glove that didn’t have any holes in it. They passed out some white shirts that day that had these real pretty red Cardinal birds on them. The only thing I needed was my baseball mitt. Dad took me to the sporting goods store one day after work so that I could get my glove before we started practicing the next day. We finally found our way to all the baseball stuff and it looked like a lot of other people had the same idea that day. The aisles were filled with adults and little boys my age. Dad and I started looking at gloves together. He picked up one and said, “How about this one son?” I looked it over and tried it on my hand. “This looks like it fits Dad.”, I said. “There is a problem though.” “What’s that son?” “This glove has holes in it and the coach said to not get a glove with holes in it.” There were holes everywhere in the glove that I saw. There were holes in between the fingers, and holes where all the laces went through, and holes in the web thing that catches the ball. The worst part of all was that every single glove in the entire store had holes in it. Dad just smiled at me and said, “This glove will be okay son, that’s not what your coach meant.” There was another father standing nearby, and he just grinned at Dad and said.”You don’t want to have a glove with holes in it now do you?” I wasn’t very happy to be leaving the store with a mitt with holes in it that day. It wasn’t until later that I found out that what Coach had said was just a joke. After all, how can you catch any baseballs that come your way with a glove that has holes in it?
That’s how life is too. Our life can have holes and never gets filled up the way it should. Aren’t we all searching for something to fill up our life? We desire to be peaceful, comfortable, and to know where we are going in life. GOD made us for himself and we will never be complete and full apart from the LORD. We will always have a glove with holes in it when we are separated from GOD.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 Amplified Bible
He has made everything beautiful and appropriate in its time. He has also planted eternity (a sense of divine purpose) in the human heart (a mysterious longing which nothing under the sun can satisfy, except GOD) yet man cannot find out (comprehend, grasp) what GOD has done (his overall plan) from beginning to end.
GOD set eternity in the heart of man.