"Hey there!" A voice says.
"What—" you blurt out and for your cheerful inner surprise you find yourself high above the ground, slowly descending like and elevator with strong masculine arms carrying you like a father or a bridegroom to his bride into their new home. "Jesus?"
"Yes!" He smiles with a twinkle in His eyes, "I am He."
By now you both have reached the ground but all you seem to be able to do is stare at Him. You take notes of every inch of His face, wavey hairstyle, well-shaped beard and those eyes. His expression of wonder at your wonderment brings you back to your senses, way faster in this case and your face turns red.
"Oh Boy," you think, nodding affirmingly as you still stare at Him with a pout hilarious face, "I bet I am red by now."
"And you are," He says humorously at your cuteness, "have you the baseball bat I gave?" He asks. Your eyes look to your left, over Jesus's arm and you lift the baseball bat behind Him.
"You gave me all this?" you say stunned with gratitude.
"Yes, I did," He replies placing you down and showing you the ball. "Now, let us practiceyour hitting skill, shall we?"
The green territory is wide open and plain, expanding from one end to the other as far as the eye can see. Far in the distance you see a tree line and a few lakes, but they are not in the way of your practice. A clear skyallows to see everything around you in detail, and you can even see the tiny details on the grass blades if you choose to give them your attention. By now there is a new set of clothing on you both. Each of you are wearing a white t-shirt with dark blueshorts going to your knees, perfect for a lot of movement. Jesus has a cap put on backwards, while yours in normally positioned, both of a dark blue color. There is no hint of sanding on a baseball field, the space is just completely open.
Jesus, in the position of the pitcher, throws the ball with strength and skill. As it draws nearer your eyes widen with a focus and attention unknown before as you swing. The bat connects and you hit the ball.
"Lord the ball!" you shout pointing at it as it flies away past line of sight, "I have sent it too far!"
"Don't worry," He answers from His position, "Look, it is coming back on its own."
As soon as He said that the ball returned into sight moving fast towards you two. In perfect timing Jesus ran five longsteps into the air and caught it with His glove, leaving you open-mouthed. Yes, He was also the catcher.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait!" you shake your right hand, "that is AWESOME! How is that even possible!?" you ask pointing to Jesus and the ball.
"Well, first off we are not under the law of gravity here," He explains, tossing the ball from one hand to the other, "secondly, with God..." He points to you asking you to finish His words.
"Nothing is impossible" you reply.
"EXACTLY!" He smiles, "Now, shall we?"
He positioned Himself again and so do you, lifting the baseball bat, ready for another try.
The sound of the bat hitting the ball echoed it the air for quite some time, with Jesus walking in the air, jumping in the midst of nothing and rocketing vertically upward to catch the ball that always returned from different directions and angles. Surprisingly, you are neither out of breath nor sweat on your brow. Jesus lands softly onto the ground,
"What if we spice this game up a little bit?" His grin full of intrigue.
"How so?" you ask lifting your eyebrows as you break your stance, touching the ground a bit with the baseball bat.
YOU ARE READING
Open Book
SpiritualAll I cannot speak openly to others as in speech, I'm letting it out now on pages. It is named Open Book because for a long time I have been reserved with a locked personality. This is an open view of my musings, hopes, joys, battles, and flaws. I s...
