Minor Moments, Major Spiritual Impact

Dear Friends,

Few things are more enjoyable than a summer evening spent at the ballpark. And I’m not talking about the major leagues, where the average cost for a family of four is roughly equivalent to the GDP of a small Caribbean nation.

I’m talking about the joy of minor league baseball, where the best seat in the house costs $10 and you actually have a chance of catching a foul ball.

Last week I spent some time in Maryland and we caught a game between the Hagerstown Flying Boxcars and the Lancaster Storm. The home team didn’t win — and it was a shame.

But who really cares? No one lives and dies by the minor league standings. And as long as the beer is cold, the hotdogs are at least lukewarm, and there’s a semblance of a breeze, life is good.

It’s not just that minor league baseball feels like being transported to a simpler time. It serves as a reminder that minor experiences in our lives are often the most impactful. A child’s laughter, a hug from a friend at just the right moment, an answered prayer.

Joy is found by stacking up these minor moments day by day. By noticing them, by giving thanks for them, and by seeing them for what they truly are: the gentle, persistent presence of the divine.

I pray that these summer months connect you to such minor things with major spiritual impact.

Peace,

Tim+

PS. I didn’t catch a foul ball last week. But I did end up on the Jumbotron!