
From the Editor ...
Find me a New Yorker who hasn’t been grilled: “So what are you, anyway? A Yankees or a Mets
fan?” The trouble begins with my response.
I grew up listening to the sounds of Yankee
games on our black-and-white TV, rooting
for them alongside my father who, as a teen,
played dirt-lot ball with a neighborhood kid
named Whitey Ford. And when Roger Maris
hit his 60th homerun that sunny October day,
my dad and I were glued to the sounds of the
car radio so as not to miss that Yankee milestone,
all the while trying to ignore my mother
bemoaning her beloved Dodgers’ move to LA.
But I was born in Queens, home of the Mets, and experienced the distinct wonder one summer of
watching their first blue-and-orange ballpark rise
up, tier by tier, from the vantage point of a fourth
floor classroom at P.S. 99, where I attended a
camp program for city kids. Week after week I
watched “my” stadium emerge a mere mile away.
Yankees or Mets fan? The answer: “Yes!” My
balancing act irks both sets of fans, but my
fence sitting suits me.
What doesn’t sit so well with me: I haven’t been “batting a 1000” at keeping my daily appointment
with my Today’s Light® Bible. The year began well
enough, but there have been more “swings and
misses” along the way than I would have hoped.
The good news is that my heavenly Coach grants “do overs” when I strike out and encourages me
with His “green light, go-ahead call” in Philippians
3:12–14: I press on to take hold of that for which
Christ Jesus took hold of me … Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press
on toward the goal to win the prize for which God
has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.
Time to get back into the game. |