There is a moment, no matter where I am, that brings me great joy. It’s something that causes me to sigh in familiarity, proclaim with joy, point at it frantically if I am with other people, sometimes scaring them, sometimes making them wonder what on earth is wrong with me.
It’s one of those simple spiritual moments in a life, nothing extravagant, nothing earth shattering. But every time I see a decal on someone’s car or hat or clothing for the Chicago White Sox – there is this “Aha!” – a piece of home moment.
That baseball team is so much a part of my personal and familial story. It goes bone deep…and not just because they are the best baseball team to ever exist. But you know what I mean – there are things, images, and moments that remind you of where you’ve come from, where you’re going, and what part of your story is still with you and always will be. Read the rest of this entry »