Psalms 118, 145
When my son first started playing baseball, being a coach was the last thing on my mind. My own baseball career ended abruptly with a misplaced throw from third to first, which made it as far as the pitcher’s mound where I was standing. I have been afraid of a speeding baseball ever since. As I grew up, I would catch the occasional game on Saturday afternoons, but baseball just wasn’t my sport. It was slow and seemed to take forever for a game to end.
When Zack showed an interest in playing, the only coaching I thought I would do would be from the stands, as the encouraging proud father. However, after watching a few practices, I noticed that the coach was beginning to struggle with a group of feisty 8-year-old boys running amok on the field. As there seemed to be no other parents offering up assistance, I decided to volunteer. Suddenly I was a “coach.” I thought to myself, I know a few of the fundamentals, but what can I teach these kids about baseball?
I found that in-depth knowledge of baseball was not a requirement to coach, at least at that level. Romans 12:6 says “since we have gifts that differ according to the grace given us, each of us is to exercise them accordingly.” God may not have given me great knowledge of baseball, but he blessed me with a great enthusiasm for working with kids. I realized that a rousing “Well Done!” for a base hit by a struggling batter, or a word of encouragement for the shortstop who missed a ground ball is just as important as teaching a 2-seam fastball. By stepping out of my comfort zone and into a world I knew very little about, I was able to learn a great deal about myself, help others, and use a gift that was given to me by the grace of God.