When I was 10 years old, I had an opportunity to catch a Chris Chambliss foul ball. I was in the upper deck, walking behind home plate, when I heard the bat hit the ball. Turning my head, I saw it was coming right at me. It seemed to be floating in the air in front of my face. I reached out and grabbed it. However, a rather large man had the same reaction. As our hands both secured the ball, the man hip checked me into the railings and walked away. The ball had been snatched out of my hands.
Several people have posted a video on Facebook showing an adult woman stealing a foul ball from a little girl. It immediately reminded me of my own experience of having a foul ball ripped out of my hands. In a way, it gave me video proof of a story I have told for years, but had no witnesses to verify.
There is a battle between doubt and faith in this morning’s reading. The Jews at the Temple ask Jesus if he is the Messiah. Jesus responds by saying he has told them, but they do not believe. He knows the believers and the believers know him. When I think of my own life, I’m not sure I always know Jesus. Doubt can even fill the heart of a pastor.
Doubt is an enemy we often find ourselves battling and is not restricted to faith. We doubt our abilities to overcome difficulty, to do our jobs, or whether we are a good person, parent, or friend. We doubt whether anyone cares about our struggles or understands the pain in our life. Most of all, we doubt God’s presence and whether God even cares about our wounds.
This is why I find so much hope in the words, “No one will snatch them out of my hands.” No matter how much doubt attempts to rob us of hope. No matter what my ability is to see and believe Christ in my life. No one can snatch me out of his hands. I find this hope also grants me peace. (John 10:22-30)
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