I didn’t hit this home run. It’s a home run that happened to me. That’s sounds strange, except that we are talking metaphorically here. I am using a home run metaphor, because it happened during our recent trip to New York, where Robin and I attended a most unusual baseball tournament. If you haven’t read my other posts, you can see them in order here. I am also using the home run metaphor to emphasize the impact that one person’s relatively small action had on my life. One person’s initiative. One person’s courage. One person’s faith. The result: the complete transformation of my life from a panic-stricken, depressed and aimless youth to an overwhelming grateful husband and father who has lived a Great Adventure.
If you read my first reflection from our trip, entitled, “Crying Over Breakfast”, you know how our trip to New York was the second time in forty years of my being there. The first time was when my panic attacks began as I was eating breakfast in Manhattan. It was these panic attacks that were the impetus of my asking Yeshua into my life a few months later. I wept as I was struck by how much God has done for me through all these years. But it’s possible that I was also anticipating a very special meeting that was due to occur a few days later just before we would be heading home.
For the past forty years I have had the privilege of telling my story to people all over Canada and other parts of the world. Each time I explain how I met Jon, a friend of a friend. He was visiting Montreal from California, and gave me a remarkably clear and effective presentation of the trustworthiness of the Bible, the prophecies in the Old Testament that pointed to Yeshua (Jesus), and the process of being restored to a right relationship with God through him. Jon led me in a prayer asking God to forgive my sins and asking Yeshua to take over my life. I knew at the time something special was going on, but I didn’t know how special. I became a brand new person! I give God all the credit, but Jon was his chosen instrument that day. And did he ever hit it out of the park!
Jon remained in town for only a short time afterwards. Over the next couple of years, we talked on the phone a bit and exchanged a few letters, but never got to see each other again…until a couple of weeks ago in Brooklyn. Some time ago Jon and his family moved to the area. So knowing he was in the vicinity I contacted him and we sat down together for the first time in forty years.
It was surreal. It was so special to see him and to meet his wife after all this time as well to have my wife, Robin, finally meet this up-until-now mythic person. Over dinner we got caught up as much as we could in one meeting, Jon wanting to know as much detail of our lives as possible. And if you know some of how God’s grace has worked in and through my family, perhaps you could relate to how Jon must have felt.
There is an interesting true story told at the end of the baseball movie, “Moneyball,” which doesn’t exactly parallel what Jon did forty years ago, but illustrates how as we are true to what God calls us to do, we may not always be aware of its impact. Keep on swinging! You never know when you will hit the Big One.