It has been a while.  Life seems to have gone out of control.  With the building committee and the capital campaign my schedule is overwhelming and I haven't had enough time off.

So I did not hesitate a bit when Vic Mercer called and asked if the pastors and their spouses would like to go to a ball game and sit in the Chairman's suite.  Warm sun, free food and drink, good company- who could ask for more than that.

But there was more, there was a baseball game going on down on the field.  This game ended with the Indianapolis Indians winning 15 to 10.  There were 25 runs in this game and there were 35 hits.  This was like an entire season all in one game.

The game was so exciting you didn't want to take your eyes off the field.  But it was only so exciting and captivating because they were making mistakes.  It was the mistakes that made it fun.  The mistakes allowed for all the runs.  The mistakes made people pay attention and have fun.

If I aked the congregation to name a sermon of mine they will always remember I am willing to bet it is the one where I made a terrible mistake and said something I should not have said.

Do we really enjoy watching others mess up or is that we like knowing no one is perfect- and we don't have to be either...hum...