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The "Boys" of Summer

When I was a kid there was girl who played baseball in the league for 10-year-olds in my township (PA). She pitched and was pretty good. Of course, no boy wanted to fail or appear inferior to her, but that was only natural. No woman wants to be upstaged by a man in a field generally dominated by women either.

We all marked the game against her team on our schedules and we all wondered if she would pitch. She (Pam) was treated with respect. Even at the age of 10 we could recognize talent and appreciate it. My team won the championship that season, but I would have traded many of our guys for Pam's arm. She could throw strikes with consistency. Not too many boys could say that.

I never questioned her "right" (perhaps too strong a word, but somehow appropriate) to play in our league. I never thought less of her as a girl. I would have been pleased to have her on my team... but I still understood the implications tangled up in a boy's world invaded by a girl.


My Day Had Finally Come

Pam had been playing baseball since we were eight. We didn't have "T-ball" or "Coach pitch" leagues in my day. We did our own pitching. From the first time she stepped on the field, Pam wanted to pitch. We were not on the same team for those first two years of organized ball, but I never had to face Pam. That day didn't come until I was ten.

Pam pitched for the Pirates and I played for the Twins. I played shortstop and batted third. In our first game against the Pirates, Pam did not pitch. In our second game she did not start the game, but she came in relief to face me. We had runners on second and third as I watched Pam warm up. It was at that moment that the reality of facing a "girl" pitcher suddenly dawned on me. Until then, her presence in our league was merely a curious footnote in my season.

Wow, I was about to face a girl pitcher in a moment that mattered! This wasn't just any at-bat; people would note this moment. Other guys in meaningless moments could strike out against Pam and have their K quickly forgotten. I didn't have that luxury. Field 3 in Plymouth Township morphed in my brain into Veterans Stadium (located in nearby Philadelphia) complete with its sixty thousand pairs of critical eyes.

As that odd quiet that accompanies a relief pitcher's warm-up tosses gave way to cheers I sauntered towards the plate spinning my bat alternately with each arm. I'd never done that before, but my usual confidence had been displaced with a weird sort of nervous swagger. I had always been conscious of the game situation when I stepped into the batter's box, but that day I suddenly only cared that "Pam the Girl" was pitching and every eye was on me.


Whew!

I wasn't thinking about the game, I didn't care who was on base. I just wanted to be sure that I succeeded to any degree. I wasted no time and took Pam's first pitched and lined it off the chain-link fence in left field; a double. I stood on second base and let out a huge sigh of relief; the most gender-specific moment of my young life had come and had passed favorably (as I viewed it).

I never wanted to go through that again and I never did. We were done with the Pirates and when the season ended Pam was done with baseball. As most of us moved up to the next level of baseball Pam went on to dominate Plymouth's softball league.

I'm better off for having lived through our encounter on the diamond. Pam taught me that in any field, talent is what matters most. Her desire to push herself was to my profit as well. Even if she hadn't been as good as she was, if she wanted to test her mettle against the boys, as long as her safety wasn't at risk, why shouldn't she have that opportunity? Both boys and girls can learn a lot from another kid wanting to test his or her limits.
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Re-Examining Resurrection

Overlooking the Three Days in the Belly of the Earth

One of the most overlooked (and misunderstood) parts of the resurrection story is Christ's three days in the heart of the earth. Peter stands before the nation of Israel and makes these three days the center of his Pentecost message of hope (Acts 2:27-32). Let's pause and think on those three days.

The Lord Jesus did not see corruption in the grave. He told us that just as Jonah was three days and three nights in the belly of the fish so would our Lord spend three days and three nights in the belly of the earth. The Lord went to the cross, gave his life back to the Father and then he was laid in the grave (hell). There He stayed and there He accomplished what no man has accomplished. He did not see corruption (decay). That is such a glorious fact that Peter dwells on it richly.


The Great Undoing of Death

In Adam all are under the curse of dust. In Adam we are all mortal, we are all corruptible. The Lord Jesus Christ undid death! In His resurrection we see our resurrection. It is only when we experience our own "undoing of death" (resurrection) that we will have "put on immortality" and "put on incorruption" (1 Cor 15).

Because of the doctrine of the Pharisees, borrowed from the Greeks, teaching that "souls" float around without bodies, the full glory of what Christ accomplished in His resurrection has been lost. The relevance of His three days in the grave, so central to Peter's message to Israel, is also diminished.

Paul argues that all is meaningless "if Christ be not raised." Paul rests all of our hope on the resurrection of Christ and on the hope, found in Him alone, of our own resurrection. William Tyndale argued that the human tradition of "immortal souls" reduced the doctrine of the believer's resurrection to a mere footnote. Our resurrection is not merely a footnote to our redemption, it is the end result of our redemption. God alone is immortal. Men must be made immortal. That immortality, as Paul emphasizes, is "put on" in resurrection.


The Comfort of Resurrection

Paul in First Thessalonians 4 and the Lord in John 11 both comfort the bereaved with the hope of resurrection. There is no thought of "bodiless souls" in heaven. When the Lord comforts Martha with the idea that she will see her brother again, she responds "I know that he shall rise again in the resurrection at the last day." Our Lord does not say, "No, Martha, you'll see him in a bodiless form in a heavenly holding tank" or anything like that. He confirms her belief in the resurrection and comforts her with resurrection alone.

Our Lord's conquering of the tomb is our comfort. He conquered death and the grave. His three days in the grave without corruption and His resurrection from the dead give hope to all who face death. Job's hope was bound up in the promise that though the worms eat his flesh (in the grave) "in my flesh I shall see God." Job looked to his promise of resurrection alone.

Peter's great profession of faith in Matthew 16 is met by the Lord's pronouncement that the "gates of Hades" cannot prevail against it. Death cannot hold the believer in the grave. A profession of faith in the Lord is the key to the undoing of death's hold. Death's gates cannot hold in what God will raise.


Victory Over the Grave

We are all just dust given life (spirit) by God. We will all see corruption and return to dust. The soul that sinneth, it shall die. Our hope is found solely in the death, burial and undoing of death accomplished by Christ. He saw no corruption that we may look forward to the day when we can say in our new, incorruptible bodies, "Death where is thy sting? Grave where is thy victory?"
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