Did I ever share here that I was once a professional baseball player? No? Well, that’s because I wasn’t… but I did play pee-wee baseball when I was a kid! (What a humiliating name – “pee-wee”.)
The first team I played for was awesome. We won a ton of games (Pee-wee is all about winning, right?) and went through a couple of rounds of the regional tournament. At the end of the season, I received a trophy. I didn’t really earn it, but I was part of the team that did. That was a great moment – accolades all around.
Recently, I uncovered and undusted that old trophy and instantly realized a few things…
- It’s only 1/3 as tall as it used to be… or at least as I remember it being.
- It’s plastic, spray-painted gold.
- Pretty much nobody really cares that I earned it… or played for a team that earned it.
Here’s the thing. Pleasing others = fading, rusting, plastic trophies that nobody remembers. Pleasing God = an incorruptible crown.
When I played pee-wee and made contact with the ball, the crowd would cheer me on, “Run, Brandon, run!” (No Forrest Gump jokes necessary, I was just the slowest runner on the team, that’s all). So I ran then, for a short, plastic trophy.
I’m being cheered on now too. The crowds in heaven are yelling, “Run, Brandon, run!” But this time… it’s for a different kind of trophy. For whom are you running today?
photo credit: pokalstapel