I never liked Little League when I was a kid. Coaches Pitch was fun. Little League was dreadful. It wasn’t my coach. It wasn’t my team. It wasn’t even the t-shirt. It was stepping up to bat.
Those of you who know me know that I am not athletic. It’s always been that way. I was always the kid that got put in left field. My problem with Little League was that I was afraid of the ball. That ball seemed to fly 100 MPH and it always seemed to come right at me. Because I was afraid of the ball I would step back from the plate. Because I stepped back from the plate I never hit the ball. That is why I gave up my Little League career in 4th grade.
One thing I have noticed about the kids in the community where I live is that they LOVE Little League. I see it every day during the summer because the baseball fields are adjacent to our church property. People practically idolize it. This is what bugs me about Little League. Red flags are shooting up all over the place and I feel obligated as a shepherd to do something about it.
Each summer when baseball starts it becomes #1 to so many of the families in my church. Parents let their kids miss AWANA, camp, and Vacation Bible School. Why? Because God forbid that Junior miss a practice or a game. Continue reading ‘What bugs me about Little League’

