I love the conversations we began about being all in or all out, going big or going home, and swinging for the fences. Yet as I type out these words of notion, they cause me to feel a little queasy. Steeped in athletic achievement and the drive to succeed, these premises are accepted as certainties to seek after and hope for. They are accepted as true without controversy by most everyone... from parents and pastors to therapists and teachers.
But all Godly reality must be steeped in nothing but love.
And this is where poetry, art and novels fit in, creating a new ethos of Beauty, Mystery and Wonder... characteristics of God! A true artist cares little about making a big splash, she simply wants to live out of her slow, small and quiet world. A true author cares little about being published, he simply wants to be present in the security of his own story rising up within him. A true poet cares little about hitting a home run, he simply loves having a bat in his hand.
That's a ball game I'd like to be in.
A ball game of love.
