CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith for the Years of Winter… ©
I don’t have many regrets, but I am sorry I did not play softball that late afternoon in the autumn of 1972.
I was walking between the union building and the library on the U of Iowa campus. There was an open field beside the union. Some guys had a softball game going. One of them yelled at me, “Hey, John, come and play.”
It sounded like he knew me, but I didn’t know him. I assumed he was yelling at some other John.
It’s a common name, so common that when I go to one of those restaurants that asks for your name so they can call it when they finally have your food ready, I say that my name is either Ambrose or Oscar, according to whether I’m in a theological or cinematic mood. If I tell them it’s John, when they yell that out, half the old men in the place jump up and try to get my food.
I looked around for another John. Nobody else around. He called again, waved his arm. Yes, they definitely wanted me to play.
I love to play ball. All kinds. Always have. Don’t know why. I think it’s a sickness. I play pickleball even now, and I’m twice as old as creaky ancient players who can barely stand up. Yes, a sickness, which is why I regret missing that opportunity so long ago.
But I was working on a doctorate. I had only one year of free ride via a Danforth grant. I had children in grade school. I needed to get my terminal degree out of the way so I could go back to work and make money to send my kids to college. I had made a careful schedule for my days, using every minute so that I could get all my course requirements and both language exams done the first year. The schedule had no room for softball.
So I waved back, and thanked them for the invitation, and stayed on schedule.
Now, that is among my regrets. I suspect that playing ball would have done me more good than reading the theologies of Karl Rahner or Hans Kung, or even George Forrell.
I don’t want any more regrets. I play ball first, and read theology later.
I’m going to be away from the computer for a couple of days. Probably won’t post again until Sunday.
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