Next Sunday at my church I am
leading an Adult Class which will discuss “The Holy Spirit.” Last night I
spoke with my son John who is head of the Department of Religious Studies at
Stanford University. There he teaches a course on Holy Places, places like
churches, temples, cathedrals and others usually associated with the various religions
of the world.
This semester he has a student who
has signed a contract to play baseball for the San Diego Padres organization.
At the beginning of the term he had explained to John that he wanted to be
excused from attending some of the classes because he wanted to attend spring training.
John agreed and assigned him the task of writing an extra paper on a topic related
to the class content.
This week John received the paper.
In it the student explained that he was indeed at spring training. He described
a particular place. He wrote that it was just an ordinary large room. It was
virtually empty. It had only a large
group of chairs. There were no pictures on the walls, no symbols or decorations
on any of the walls. It was the place where the players gathered, sometimes the
whole big squad of regulars and new recruits, at other times just the rookies.
As he thought of sitting in that room he recalled his own story, his hopes, his
fears. Then he became aware of the reality that each person there had their own
story: a story of excitement, fear, stardom, boredom, fantasy, anonymity, last
chance and fresh hopes. In that moment he thought of what made each of them
unique and what connected them all as one. He said he came to a profound
realization: ”This is indeed a holy place.”
And I agree. The more I reflect
upon it the more I realize the truth of the statement that the Holy Spirit
moves among us as it wills, dwells in our midst, stirs up our memories and our
visions and our faith. It is indeed true that spirit, the Holy Spirit, the San Diego
Padres and all the rest of us are all connected.
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