After taking the 1st game from the Pinetoppers we lost the next 2. All in all, however, I feel pretty good about the team. A lot of the guys on our team have a lot of talent; it just needs to be refined and that's exactly what this league is for.
This leagues lasts a total of 42 games and apparently the Macon Pinetoppers will be the home team in all 42 of their games so you kind of have to deal with the fact that you'll never really have anyone cheering for you...unless you're me. The Monday game was Camp Day at Luther Williams Field so we had around 100 kids from a Summer camp in attendance. We also just happened to have a 2 hour rain delay before the game started. Seeing my opportunity I grabbed one of our pitchers named Mike Bzozowski (awesome guy...his glove was blessed by the Pope!) and the two of us went up in the stands to hang out with some kids...definitely the best decision I've made all summer. I signed everything from normal stuff like balls, ticket stubs, and hats to things a bit stranger like a Bakugan (I think that's how you spell it...crazy kids) card, a "Go Pinetoppers" poster, and most of the kids' arms. We took picture after picture and really just got to love on some kids and really make their day and maybe their whole week. Every one of them got a high five and a hug and I just hope that I made them feel special and important. If how loud they cheered for me was any indication, I did a good job...such an amazing feeling.
There were two or three things that really stand out in my memory. When we first went up all the kids rushed over but were immediately yelled at by one of their chaperones. She told them in very stern language that the line to meet the ballplayers started with her. We signed her stuff and took pictures with her. 2nd, was the girl who shook my hand and then told me she was never going to wash her hand where I'd touched her. I can remember saying the exact same thing to some of the ballplayers at the New Orleans Zephyrs games when I was their age. I remember how much I looked up to those guys and if these kids looked up to me in that same way then I feel absolutely honored and humbled and just blessed beyond belief to have this ridiculously amazing opportunity. It really puts things into perspective. I may have a bad game or a bad couple of games but it really shouldn't matter. Every day I get to wake up and do something that so many people can only dream of. If that weren't enough I don't just get to play this game, but I get to be somebody's hero. It's what I've always wanted, but I realize now that if I had been given this opportunity when I thought I deserved it I wasn't ready. I may have been ready to compete at that level, but being someone's hero is a huge responsibility. God's timing is perfect and He has matured me to a point where I will definitely make the most of this opportunity. Hopefully, when these kids look at me as a hero they see my hero...my Savior and Lord.
On a side note I finally got a hit in the 6th game. I knew it was just a matter of time, but I would have loved for it to come a little sooner. Now the hit parade can commence.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Let the Grind Begin
The headaches have gone away for the most part and I'm continuing to catch on a regular basis though after 4 games I still haven't gotten a hit, but still not worried. I'm hitting the ball the way I would want to just haven't had the desired results...sooner or later they'll fall in.
We finally got another catcher so on a positive note I won't have to torture myself catching every single day and catching bullpens. On a not so positive note, I won't be playing quite as much because he and I will be switching off on a day-by-day basis, but it's the lesser of two evils.
We finished our 3 game series against the Aviators winning 1 and losing 2 and we got to play our 1st game against the hometown Macon Pinetoppers. Every Saturday at historic Luther Williams Field is fireworks extravaganza night so I was excited to get to play in front of a crowd and see some fireworks after the game. Well, after a dramatic comeback we found ourselves leading the Toppers 5-4 going into the bottom of the 9th when lightning struck right behind the centerfield fence and we entered into a lightning delay that would take over an hour. However, during the hour long delay I got to sit right outside the dugout and talk to a group of kids. We signed baseballs, ticket stubs, shirts, hats, and I even got to sign a kid's cast. I gave one little boy a bat that had been broken and his face lit up like it was Christmas. When I dreamed of being a big-time ballplayer this was what I dreamed of. It takes almost nothing to make a lasting impact on the life of a child. It seriously was almost nothing for us to just step out and sign autographs and take pictures and just be nice to kids, but in their life it could be something they'll remember forever. I sincerely hope and pray for more opportunities just like this one; not to play the game, but to get to be a role model...to get to be a little kid's hero for a night. Hopefully, when I get these opportunities they get to see and feel the love of God...that's what this is all about.
In the 5th chapter of Ephesians, Paul tells us to make the most of every opportunity. In the game of baseball, every at-bat counts. You never know who is watching you. We've always been told that at any given game there could be a scout in the stands and every game could be your one opportunity so play every game like it could be your last. In life we should have the same attitude. Spending time with kids seems like such a small thing, but it was making the most of an opportunity. Every time we come into contact with someone or really anytime anyone sees us is an opportunity for us to show them the love of God. Every time we lose our temper, lose our self-control, or exhibit any number of behaviors that aren't pleasing to God it is a wasted opportunity and for the rest of this summer it is my goal to not waste a single opportunity on the field and more importantly not waste a single opportunity off the field.
On a side note, in our games against Macon I get see their special batboy...a golden retriever named Jake the Diamond Dog. He's been trained to bring out the game ball, bring the umpires water and a towel, and retrieve the bats. He even chose Lindsey as the sweetheart of the game...gotta love minor league baseball.
We finally got another catcher so on a positive note I won't have to torture myself catching every single day and catching bullpens. On a not so positive note, I won't be playing quite as much because he and I will be switching off on a day-by-day basis, but it's the lesser of two evils.
We finished our 3 game series against the Aviators winning 1 and losing 2 and we got to play our 1st game against the hometown Macon Pinetoppers. Every Saturday at historic Luther Williams Field is fireworks extravaganza night so I was excited to get to play in front of a crowd and see some fireworks after the game. Well, after a dramatic comeback we found ourselves leading the Toppers 5-4 going into the bottom of the 9th when lightning struck right behind the centerfield fence and we entered into a lightning delay that would take over an hour. However, during the hour long delay I got to sit right outside the dugout and talk to a group of kids. We signed baseballs, ticket stubs, shirts, hats, and I even got to sign a kid's cast. I gave one little boy a bat that had been broken and his face lit up like it was Christmas. When I dreamed of being a big-time ballplayer this was what I dreamed of. It takes almost nothing to make a lasting impact on the life of a child. It seriously was almost nothing for us to just step out and sign autographs and take pictures and just be nice to kids, but in their life it could be something they'll remember forever. I sincerely hope and pray for more opportunities just like this one; not to play the game, but to get to be a role model...to get to be a little kid's hero for a night. Hopefully, when I get these opportunities they get to see and feel the love of God...that's what this is all about.
In the 5th chapter of Ephesians, Paul tells us to make the most of every opportunity. In the game of baseball, every at-bat counts. You never know who is watching you. We've always been told that at any given game there could be a scout in the stands and every game could be your one opportunity so play every game like it could be your last. In life we should have the same attitude. Spending time with kids seems like such a small thing, but it was making the most of an opportunity. Every time we come into contact with someone or really anytime anyone sees us is an opportunity for us to show them the love of God. Every time we lose our temper, lose our self-control, or exhibit any number of behaviors that aren't pleasing to God it is a wasted opportunity and for the rest of this summer it is my goal to not waste a single opportunity on the field and more importantly not waste a single opportunity off the field.
On a side note, in our games against Macon I get see their special batboy...a golden retriever named Jake the Diamond Dog. He's been trained to bring out the game ball, bring the umpires water and a towel, and retrieve the bats. He even chose Lindsey as the sweetheart of the game...gotta love minor league baseball.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
1 Game and 1 Concussion
1 game and 1 concussion.
Yes, concussion. In the 7th inning a Warner Robins Aviator slid into home headfirst and somehow I got kicked in the side of my head Karate Kid style. To give you a visual just envision the way a scorpion whips his stinger over his back to attack the unsuspecting victim. In the same manner I was roundhouse kicked to the face. I laid there for a good two minutes before coming to my senses and was walked back to the dugout where I sat in a daze for another half hour or so until I was taken to the hospital to be checked out. The best part was that as I was sitting in the dugout I hadn't removed any of my catcher's gear, not even my glove. Maybe thirty minutes after the collision I look down and realize that I still have all of this on. It was then that I also notice that I still had the ball in my glove. I got knocked flat out, didn't lose the ball, and apparently somewhere in my subconscious felt it necessary to continue to hold on to the ball without even realizing it. For some reason, this made the concussion quite bearable...a badge of honor you could say. If nothing else, I will always be able to say that in my first minor league baseball game I got a concussion and HELD ON TO THE BALL! .......Heck yes.
Anyway, I went to the hospital where I waited and waited and waited and waited until I finally was given a cat scan. But, since it was after-hours there wasn't anyone at the Macon hospital to read the scan so they sent it to Australia for a radiologist there to take a look at it since there it was in the middle of the workday. So, I had a doctor from all the way across the world tell me that I was going to be fine. My concussion was quite literally a worldwide event.
After 3 hours of sleep I came back the next day and caught again...still with the concussion. I did a pretty good job, especially considering the circumstances. I even threw three runners out and to top it all off had another play at the plate where the runner mercifully slid in to home instead of trying to give me concussion number 2.
All in all, haven't got a hit yet in 5 at-bats, but I've gotten my feet wet and I feel pretty good about things so far. As a team, we lost yesterday and won today making us 1-1.
On a side note I'd really like to know how I got on a team with nothing but people from the north? I didn't know people in New Jersey played baseball and we have something like 6 guys from Jersey...weird
Yes, concussion. In the 7th inning a Warner Robins Aviator slid into home headfirst and somehow I got kicked in the side of my head Karate Kid style. To give you a visual just envision the way a scorpion whips his stinger over his back to attack the unsuspecting victim. In the same manner I was roundhouse kicked to the face. I laid there for a good two minutes before coming to my senses and was walked back to the dugout where I sat in a daze for another half hour or so until I was taken to the hospital to be checked out. The best part was that as I was sitting in the dugout I hadn't removed any of my catcher's gear, not even my glove. Maybe thirty minutes after the collision I look down and realize that I still have all of this on. It was then that I also notice that I still had the ball in my glove. I got knocked flat out, didn't lose the ball, and apparently somewhere in my subconscious felt it necessary to continue to hold on to the ball without even realizing it. For some reason, this made the concussion quite bearable...a badge of honor you could say. If nothing else, I will always be able to say that in my first minor league baseball game I got a concussion and HELD ON TO THE BALL! .......Heck yes.
Anyway, I went to the hospital where I waited and waited and waited and waited until I finally was given a cat scan. But, since it was after-hours there wasn't anyone at the Macon hospital to read the scan so they sent it to Australia for a radiologist there to take a look at it since there it was in the middle of the workday. So, I had a doctor from all the way across the world tell me that I was going to be fine. My concussion was quite literally a worldwide event.
After 3 hours of sleep I came back the next day and caught again...still with the concussion. I did a pretty good job, especially considering the circumstances. I even threw three runners out and to top it all off had another play at the plate where the runner mercifully slid in to home instead of trying to give me concussion number 2.
All in all, haven't got a hit yet in 5 at-bats, but I've gotten my feet wet and I feel pretty good about things so far. As a team, we lost yesterday and won today making us 1-1.
On a side note I'd really like to know how I got on a team with nothing but people from the north? I didn't know people in New Jersey played baseball and we have something like 6 guys from Jersey...weird
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Playing for the Peach
I have arrived in Macon, Georgia where I will be playing low level minor league baseball for the rest of the foreseeable summer. It isn't where I wanted to be and it certainly isn't where I thought I'd be, but I am genuinely excited to be here. Actually, I might be the only person in the Peach State League who is genuinely happy to be playing here.
I went through spring training with the Laredo Broncos of the United League but on the last day I was released because they decided they wanted a player that has experience and that just happens to be the one thing I am lacking. And so you're caught in some catch-22. You can't get experience without playing and you can't play without experience...quite the predicament. Thus, I came to Macon, Georgia to play for the Albany Quails. You read that correctly. I am playing for a team in Albany, Georgia even though we never play a game in Albany. We even have an owner in Albany who may never even see a game. There are 4 teams in the league and all of them play their games here in Macon. However, the Macon team is always the home team. They get their own clubhouse, they're the only ones who get publicized, and it generally just seems a little unfair the way the other 3 teams are treated in comparison. We're all staying at Wesleyan College...an all girls school. So an extremely conservative all-girls Christian school is allowing 100 baseball players to stay at their dorms. Oh, and it's a dry campus. What could possibly go wrong?
I'm playing in a first-year league that is having some serious organization problems; staying in an all-girls dorm with 100 other guys; playing for a city I've never even been to; and at practice the night before our first game we had a total of 6 players.
To say the very least, this could be interesting...
I went through spring training with the Laredo Broncos of the United League but on the last day I was released because they decided they wanted a player that has experience and that just happens to be the one thing I am lacking. And so you're caught in some catch-22. You can't get experience without playing and you can't play without experience...quite the predicament. Thus, I came to Macon, Georgia to play for the Albany Quails. You read that correctly. I am playing for a team in Albany, Georgia even though we never play a game in Albany. We even have an owner in Albany who may never even see a game. There are 4 teams in the league and all of them play their games here in Macon. However, the Macon team is always the home team. They get their own clubhouse, they're the only ones who get publicized, and it generally just seems a little unfair the way the other 3 teams are treated in comparison. We're all staying at Wesleyan College...an all girls school. So an extremely conservative all-girls Christian school is allowing 100 baseball players to stay at their dorms. Oh, and it's a dry campus. What could possibly go wrong?
I'm playing in a first-year league that is having some serious organization problems; staying in an all-girls dorm with 100 other guys; playing for a city I've never even been to; and at practice the night before our first game we had a total of 6 players.
To say the very least, this could be interesting...
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Just Justin
"A man that doesn't have dreams isn't much of a man at all."
-Justin Bradley Aldridge
That's mine, but you can have it. Take it, use it, apply it, write it down, tell it to someone else, tattoo it on your forehead...do with it whatever you please because there is profound truth in those words. We were created to do great and amazing things and all great things begin as a dream; a dream to do something that make others stand up and take notice; things that inspire others to achieve that same greatness. There was a point in all of our lives when it was easy to dream; in fact, it was hard not to. When you were a child I know for a fact that you laid awake at night dreaming of how you were going to change the world. You dreamed of flying spaceships. You dreamed of curing incurable diseases. You dreamed of doing something better than anyone ever possibly could. You dreamed of being superheroes, sports legends, and rock stars. But most of all, you dreamed of doing exactly what you wanted to do and being exactly what you wanted to be and there wasn't a single person on this planet that could tell you that it was impossible.
-Justin Bradley Aldridge
That's mine, but you can have it. Take it, use it, apply it, write it down, tell it to someone else, tattoo it on your forehead...do with it whatever you please because there is profound truth in those words. We were created to do great and amazing things and all great things begin as a dream; a dream to do something that make others stand up and take notice; things that inspire others to achieve that same greatness. There was a point in all of our lives when it was easy to dream; in fact, it was hard not to. When you were a child I know for a fact that you laid awake at night dreaming of how you were going to change the world. You dreamed of flying spaceships. You dreamed of curing incurable diseases. You dreamed of doing something better than anyone ever possibly could. You dreamed of being superheroes, sports legends, and rock stars. But most of all, you dreamed of doing exactly what you wanted to do and being exactly what you wanted to be and there wasn't a single person on this planet that could tell you that it was impossible.
So what happened? We had these huge dreams of being these ridiculously amazing things and now here we are going through life doing whatever we can just to get by. We've allowed life to beat us down. Life knocked us down over and over again and finally we just stayed there and now we're going through the motions, not taking any risks, just surviving. We've allowed the hardships of life to change the very essence of who we are and perhaps worst of all, we've allowed life to take away our ability to dream.
From the time I was 4 years old I dreamed of being a baseball player, a hall of fame, all-star baseball player. Funny thing was, I had the talent to do it and I put in all the work necessary to become as good as I wanted to be. However, it doesn't matter how good you are or how hard you've worked or how badly you want it when you start getting hurt. Out of high school right before the draft I blew out my ankle having to have an ankle reconstruction. After coming back from that, my thumb practically fell off my hand and for 4 months it was held onto my hand by wires. And last but not least while playing at UNLV I severely dislocated my shoulder and now have 5 screws holding my left shoulder into place. I had dreams...attainable dreams and more than once I was so close that I could taste it. But each time I got close life took a giant swing at me and knocked me firmly on my back and hovered over me, taunting me.
From the time I was 4 years old I dreamed of being a baseball player, a hall of fame, all-star baseball player. Funny thing was, I had the talent to do it and I put in all the work necessary to become as good as I wanted to be. However, it doesn't matter how good you are or how hard you've worked or how badly you want it when you start getting hurt. Out of high school right before the draft I blew out my ankle having to have an ankle reconstruction. After coming back from that, my thumb practically fell off my hand and for 4 months it was held onto my hand by wires. And last but not least while playing at UNLV I severely dislocated my shoulder and now have 5 screws holding my left shoulder into place. I had dreams...attainable dreams and more than once I was so close that I could taste it. But each time I got close life took a giant swing at me and knocked me firmly on my back and hovered over me, taunting me.
I've almost always been a Christian. I was saved when I was 5 years old. My granddad's an ordained minister, my mom is the director of the church's preschool, my dad teaches youth Sunday School, and my grandmother was the secretary for the Southern Baptist Association. To say that I was raised in a Christian home would be an understatement. I literally grew up in the Church and it shaped who I am. The problem was after hearing the same old things so many times there came a point when I took the whole thing for granted. I had a relationship with Christ, but it wasn't all that important. It was simply just another thing that I was, another adjective that could be used in the definition of me. What dominated who I was was baseball. I was baseball and that was how I defined myself. It was what I loved and what I lived. It gave me my identity. And so when baseball was taken away from me it was like I was stripped of my very identity. I didn't know who I was or why I existed. There was no purpose, no drive, and ultimately no dream.
After my last injury, the shoulder, I knew that my baseball career was over. It would be the 4th surgery in 5 years and exactly one week after the surgery I woke up with excruciating pain all down my arm; debilitating pain that did not go away for almost 6 months. The pain served as a constant reminder that I would never play professional baseball, that I would never see my dreams come true, that I would never be the man that I dreamed of being when I was child. That hurt far worse than any nerve damage possibly could.
I had always assumed that God's plan for my life was for me to be a famous ballplayer; why else would he give me this gift to hit a baseball? That was a huge part of why it hurt so much when that dream died. I found myself in a pit of depression and despair and I didn't know what to do or where to go. And it was then when I felt absolutely lost that God found me, pulled me up, held me close, and let me know that everything was under control.
I became filled with a fire for God that I had never felt before. It consumed me and all I wanted was to do exactly what He wanted me to do. It was at this point that I felt God calling me to a very specific purpose. I knew that God was calling me into the ministry; into a life of service. I officially submitted to His calling on a very emotional December Sunday. I don't know how it feels to hear your name called on draft day, but I can imagine that it doesn't feel nearly as good as what I felt standing in front of the church that day wrapped up in the embrace of my Granddad knowing that my life would never be the same.
It didn't take long for God to reveal other parts of His plan for me. I go to an amazing church that has given me opportunities to grow and to explore myself and my calling. Without West Orange Baptist Church, I don't know where I'd be. They gave me the opportunity to preach. And I discovered something, I'm pretty good at it. Actually, I discovered that God has given me a gift to preach, to speak the truth that is found in the Word and that the gift He has given me absolutely dwarfs any talent or ability I had to play the game of baseball. I've hit walk-off home runs and grand slams, but nothing feels better than standing up in the pulpit and preaching the Word of God. Up there I feel whole and complete; I feel like I am finally the kind of person I would have dreamed of becoming when I was a child.
If the story were to end there then it would be a good story if I do say so myself, but it doesn't. Psalm 37:4 says, "Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you your heart's desires." I sought God with all of my heart and found that my identity was in Christ and what Christ did for me on the Cross. My identity wasn't something I could do or something I could be, but was what Christ did for me. I quite literally delighted in this fact and then a funny happened: God told me to play baseball. He told me to go to a tryout in Houston and see what happens. I show up without having seen a pitch in over a year and I go 3 for 5 with 2 home runs and there is no possibly way I did that on my own. I finally got to a point where I was delighted in God and then He gave me what I had always wanted. The difference is that there's a totally different purpose.
After my last injury, the shoulder, I knew that my baseball career was over. It would be the 4th surgery in 5 years and exactly one week after the surgery I woke up with excruciating pain all down my arm; debilitating pain that did not go away for almost 6 months. The pain served as a constant reminder that I would never play professional baseball, that I would never see my dreams come true, that I would never be the man that I dreamed of being when I was child. That hurt far worse than any nerve damage possibly could.
I had always assumed that God's plan for my life was for me to be a famous ballplayer; why else would he give me this gift to hit a baseball? That was a huge part of why it hurt so much when that dream died. I found myself in a pit of depression and despair and I didn't know what to do or where to go. And it was then when I felt absolutely lost that God found me, pulled me up, held me close, and let me know that everything was under control.
I became filled with a fire for God that I had never felt before. It consumed me and all I wanted was to do exactly what He wanted me to do. It was at this point that I felt God calling me to a very specific purpose. I knew that God was calling me into the ministry; into a life of service. I officially submitted to His calling on a very emotional December Sunday. I don't know how it feels to hear your name called on draft day, but I can imagine that it doesn't feel nearly as good as what I felt standing in front of the church that day wrapped up in the embrace of my Granddad knowing that my life would never be the same.
It didn't take long for God to reveal other parts of His plan for me. I go to an amazing church that has given me opportunities to grow and to explore myself and my calling. Without West Orange Baptist Church, I don't know where I'd be. They gave me the opportunity to preach. And I discovered something, I'm pretty good at it. Actually, I discovered that God has given me a gift to preach, to speak the truth that is found in the Word and that the gift He has given me absolutely dwarfs any talent or ability I had to play the game of baseball. I've hit walk-off home runs and grand slams, but nothing feels better than standing up in the pulpit and preaching the Word of God. Up there I feel whole and complete; I feel like I am finally the kind of person I would have dreamed of becoming when I was a child.
If the story were to end there then it would be a good story if I do say so myself, but it doesn't. Psalm 37:4 says, "Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you your heart's desires." I sought God with all of my heart and found that my identity was in Christ and what Christ did for me on the Cross. My identity wasn't something I could do or something I could be, but was what Christ did for me. I quite literally delighted in this fact and then a funny happened: God told me to play baseball. He told me to go to a tryout in Houston and see what happens. I show up without having seen a pitch in over a year and I go 3 for 5 with 2 home runs and there is no possibly way I did that on my own. I finally got to a point where I was delighted in God and then He gave me what I had always wanted. The difference is that there's a totally different purpose.
I think I have a pretty good handle on what my life is all about. I recently told my cousin that every person needs to have at least one thing or idea that they would die for. In turn, he asked me what I would die for. I asked God what is it that He would want me to die for. This is what we came up with. It is my job in life to let every person I possibly can know that there is someone who will always be there for them no matter what; that there is always hope no matter what they're going through; that they are worth more than all the treasure in the world; that they are a fearfully and wonderfully perfect creation of God; that they always have been and always will be loved by God; and that there is nothing God wants more than to give them the most perfect gift of salvation and in doing so spend the rest of eternity doing nothing but showering them with the love that He gives to His children.
That's a lofty goal. Some might even call that a silly dream, but I know better. You see, God has always been a dreamer. He wants us to be so much more than we are and as I go about my life all I want to do is try to be the kind of person that my God dreams that I could be. He has amazing plans for me, I can feel it and I can hardly wait to see those plans materialize. Even better though, He has amazing dreams for me and that has given me a brand new license to dream and so my mind is filled with these outlandish ideas of preaching to millions and seeing millions come to know Christ as their personal savior...and I dare you to tell me it's impossible because my God has this awesome habit of proving doubters and naysayers wrong. Believe me when I say that anything could happen and I want to be there when anything does happen.
And so I am here playing minor league baseball in Macon, Georgia. It's definitely not where I dreamed of playing and it certainly isn't glamorous, but I'm doing something I love and besides, I let the dream of baseball die...now I'm just living out God's dream for me. Every morning I wake up and I experience love like I never knew existed and all I want to do is let everyone else on the planet feel that same love. That's my dream and that's my passion; baseball is just something else God is letting me do and He's using it to serve His purpose. At the very least, it gives me a platform from which to speak.
So here I am just living the dream. I have no idea where it's going to take me or where I'm going to end up. I just know that no matter what happens, God will do things that are beyond my wildest dreams.
That's a lofty goal. Some might even call that a silly dream, but I know better. You see, God has always been a dreamer. He wants us to be so much more than we are and as I go about my life all I want to do is try to be the kind of person that my God dreams that I could be. He has amazing plans for me, I can feel it and I can hardly wait to see those plans materialize. Even better though, He has amazing dreams for me and that has given me a brand new license to dream and so my mind is filled with these outlandish ideas of preaching to millions and seeing millions come to know Christ as their personal savior...and I dare you to tell me it's impossible because my God has this awesome habit of proving doubters and naysayers wrong. Believe me when I say that anything could happen and I want to be there when anything does happen.
And so I am here playing minor league baseball in Macon, Georgia. It's definitely not where I dreamed of playing and it certainly isn't glamorous, but I'm doing something I love and besides, I let the dream of baseball die...now I'm just living out God's dream for me. Every morning I wake up and I experience love like I never knew existed and all I want to do is let everyone else on the planet feel that same love. That's my dream and that's my passion; baseball is just something else God is letting me do and He's using it to serve His purpose. At the very least, it gives me a platform from which to speak.
So here I am just living the dream. I have no idea where it's going to take me or where I'm going to end up. I just know that no matter what happens, God will do things that are beyond my wildest dreams.
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