She Ain't Heavy, She's My Sister

I read this story earlier this week, and it has been on my mind ever since. Sara Tucholsky, a senior at Western Oregon college, hit the first home run of her life in a softball game against Central Washington. Unfortunately, after she missed first base and turned back, her knee buckled and she fell to the ground. If her teammates were to touch her, she would not be able to continue around the bases, and her knee wasn't letting her do that anyway. That's when Mallory Hoffman, the first basewoman for the opposing team said to the umpires "Excuse me, would it be OK if we carried her around and she touched each bag?" And that's what they did..



I have a great feeling of joy, and of rightness, when I see something like this, and I believe it is the Holy Spirit within me saying "That's what you should be doing! That's what 'love your neighbor' and 'love your enemy' is all about!" It is yet another reminder that there is no team, no company, no sect, no club, no uniform, no country, that is more important than our membership in the Kingdom of God. There is nothing that should come between our love for God and for each other.