As I was driving home from work one day, I stopped to watch a local Little League baseball game that was being played in a park near my home. As I sat down behind the bench on the first-baseline, I asked one of the boys what the score was. "We're behind 14 to nothing," he answered with a smile.
"Really," I said. "I have to say you don't look very discouraged."
"Discouraged?" the boy asked with a puzzled look on his face. "Why should we be discouraged? We haven't been up to bat yet."
One of the great life lessons I have gleaned from my sports addiction is not to give up. Until the third out in the bottom of the ninth, the game is not over. As long as there is time on the clock, the winner has not been declared. Where there is life, there is hope. I have also seen this in the lives of the many men and women, boys and girls that I have had the privilege of coming to know in my work as a chaplain. What a blessing!
Reprinted from Grace Drops, Volume 3 (2005).