Baseball brings spring; or is it that spring brings baseball? Or do both come at the same time? Whatever the case, now that the trees are blooming and the grass is greening and the birds are chirping their little hearts out, it’s now springtime; it’s time for spring and it’s time for baseball and it’s time for hope. With childlike faith, it’s time to spring from hope and it’s time to gain hope from spring.
Baseball comes with spring. And, like Baseball or no, it’s coming in April is one sure sign that spring has sprung. So shake off the weariness of winter and put on the spritz of spring. Shake off the winter blues and welcome the spirited good news. The good news is that God will not leave us in the winter of our discontent; God will not leave us to wane in the winds of winter; God’s will is not that we wallow and wander and are left to the whims of wintry weather. This frigid and freezing, frosty and frightening time of our lives is called by the ancients, “the dark night of the soul.”
Baseball and spring come because we all crave a release from being confined by the darkness of winter and being consigned to the weariness of the weather. The despair of our hearts and the darkness of our souls leave us longing for a “spring” to come. Our doubts need to be soothed and our fears need to be calmed. For all of us that long to emerge from the darkness of our winters, here is some pain medicine: let’s spring from hope and gain hope from spring.
Alexander Pope said that “hope springs eternal.” It must. The great God of the Universe that so many people doubt and don’t believe in was wise enough to give us the season of spring. And not just one or two or a scattered few, but many, manifold springs; one every year. And with spring comes hope, and from hope we can spring.
Baseball is like spring and spring is like baseball; baseball and spring bring hope. Every spring, every team (mostly the Yankees and the Red Sox!) begin the season with the hope of winning the World Series. So like baseball or no, hold onto the hope that this sport brings. Hold on to the hope that you too will emerge from the dark night of your soul with joy and say, “the time of the singing of the birds has come.”
Spring brings light and life for all of us who have high hopes and deep fears. Spring is for all of us who have doubts about how “things” are going to turn out. Spring is for all those who stretch for and hold on to future hope, but also have a strong penchant for present help. We believe in pie in the sky by and by, but also hope to eat some of that pie before we die. We struggle with what the theologians call “the already and the not yet.” We believe that things will change for the better but wrestle with if and when that change will come.
So take courage my soul, and let us journey on. “Take me out to the ball game, take me out with the crowd. Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, for we don’t care if we never get back.” Hope says “root, root, root, for the home team. If they don’t win it’s a shame, for its one, two, three strikes you’re out,” if you don’t hold on to hope at the old ball game of life. So spring from hope, and hope from spring, for it’s time to “Play ball!”
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always to be blessed:
The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
– Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man