What is bewildering to me, is that I am not recognized as a missionary. If I was in Brazil, China, or some other country, then I would be. The LORD has missionaries everywhere, even in your home town.

Pray for all who are bringing message of good news.

Walkin2e aka Irvin Rozier

What stood out to me about that evening, and what I think about (often) is this: No matter what mom or dad did for him, it was never enough. Bringing him to ballgame when they probably could have been working in yard or sitting on couch, wasn't good enough. He complained because temperature was too hot and (egads!) he had to sit in a seat. Buying him a ball from gift shop wasn't enough because they couldn't make so-and-so sign it (regardless of fact that Mr. so-and-so was in middle of a game!). The popcorn, hot dog, soda and snowcone - none of them were enough. He still complained about everything he could think of.

He didn't see what he had. He only saw what he didn't have.

One day, young boy will be a young man and will probably think back to that night. I wonder if he'll remember how miserable he made his parents and those around him. I wonder if he'll ask himself, "Man, what was I thinking, I had it all. Dad tried so hard to give me everything, mom was so proud of me in my little hat and jersey. I never even thanked them for what they gave me. I just whined about what they didn't give me." I hope he realizes it sooner rather than later, and hope he takes his parents to a ballgame, and buys them all sorts of goodies! AND, I hope they sit close to me, because I'd like to thank him for greatest sermon I never heard.

I didn't need a preacher or teacher to say, "Do you hear that? Do you see how wrong this adorable little boy is? Will this make a difference in your life?" The answers were yes, yes, and YES! I'm as far from perfect as Brewers are from World Series, but I did learn a lesson that night.

He didn't see what he had. He only saw what he didn't have.