June Meditation

My Grandpa Kilduff was an avid Cubs fan. He worked as a railroad engineer and probably could give Mark Twain a run for his money, as far as stories are concerned. He was, from the 1930′s on, a true bleacher bum. He tried to work his work schedule so he was gone when the Cubs were on the road. I remember going to Wrigley with him in 1970. It was magic. No more words need describe it. He adored Ernie Banks, the ivy on the wall, and the neighborhood. But one thing he never forgave the Cubs for was their June swoon fall from first in 1969. He specifically targeted the Cubs’ manager, Leo Duroucher. My grandpa also blamed God since summer that year seemed particularly humid and it obviously affected the players, with all day games.  To his dying day in 1981, he decided that it was, like Voldemart in Harry Potter, “the season that shall not be named.”

Paul writes about running a race in his first letter to the church in Corinth. He says that, “You’ve all been to the stadium and seen the athletes race. Everyone runs; one wins. I don’t know about you, but I’m running hard for the finish line. I’m giving it everything I’ve got.” (1 Corinthians 9:24,26)