A great come-from-behind win for the Rangers last night over the hapless Kansas City Royals, 4-2. The Rangers plated 4 runs in the 9th after being held in check for 8 innings by a rookie Royals pitcher.
After Royals manager, Buddy Bell, pulled said rookie pitcher after walking the lead-off man in the 9th, the Royals' fans let Bell have it. A tirade of boos rained down from the 11,000 faithful at Kaufman Stadium.
And as fate would have it, the Royals relievers summoned by Bell proceeded to allow the Rangers 4 runs.
I hate to admit this but I honestly felt sorry for Bell and his team last night. With just 14 wins in their first 57 games, they are on pace to set an all-time record for futilty, surpassing the current low-water mark set by the Mets in 1962 (40-120).
Something tells me the Jason Grimsley saga is going to open up a whole 'nother can of worms for Bud Selig and the boys at MLB that just might dwarf the BALCO/Barry Bonds scandal.
Last night, we had VBS Open House for all the kids and their parents. We had a midweek attendance high for this year with over 300 present.
From my vantage point in the rear of the auditorium, I couldn't help but notice the faces of the parents and grandparents as their little darlings went up on the stage to sing VBS songs. One-by-one, each class was led by Jimmy in two "action" songs. And as they sang, the faces in the audience lit up with unabashed joy.
The thought hit me like a ton of bricks, as I watched the faces of the parents light up with joy: could it be that God's face lights up in the same way when we, as his children, worship him? Could it be that God delights in the simple, sincere praise of his children in the same way that parents delight to see the simple, sincere praise of their own children? Could it be that our trepidation of God is unfounded? Could it be that God our Father is so pleased with our worship of Him in the same way I was so pleased by my daughter last night?