My wife and I were watching our son play baseball at Harbor High this weekend. We were sitting in the stands enjoying the game when, all of a sudden, it started dumping on us. When I say dumping, I mean pouring! All of the ball players scrambled to the dugouts, and all of the really smart parents ran to their cars. Aleta and I just sat there under our big golf umbrella. We sat there thinking, “Of course they’re going to call the game. This is baseball. It’s the sport where you always call a game in a downpour.” So we sat in the deluge thinking that at any moment we’d be making our way to the car and heading home to dry out. At least that’s what we thought.
Here’s the thing. Harbor High has a 1.2 million dollar fake grass field. The major part of the investment is deep underground channels of drain pipe and gravel that rapidly channel water away from the field. It is the most coveted local high school baseball diamond during the early part of the season because it drains so well in rainy weather. Because that field drains so well, the coaches just waited out the 15 minute flood knowing the field would be immediately good to go the instant the rain stopped. I didn’t know this! Aleta didn’t know this! So we sat in the rain only to find out they were going to keep playing baseball. When the game ended, we were chilled to the bone. But I have to say I’m impressed by that baseball field. It was drenched to the point of flooding, but was good to go the moment the rain stopped. I guess I want to be like that baseball field, where lots of work has been done by the Lord under the surface of my life where He’s invested in building “good drainage” in my life, and He’s made me strong for the storms, so that when I get dumped on, I get through it, and I’m back in action almost as soon as the storm stops.