Spiritual Baseball

If I were to venture a sports analogy, I'd say life most resembles baseball spiritually. We spend eons preparing in the dugout, Then nervously strut out to take our time at bat. The rival coach directing our adversaries Is the Father Of Lies and man's false philosophies. His goal is to prevent us from reaching home plate safely. His team's minions outnumber us near-infinitely. The rival pitcher has icy practiced steel-like nerves, And he's struck out many with foul spitballs and curves. He pitches things like sloth, envy, greed, media idolatry, Addictions, “Pro Choice”, perversions, **** and other immorality. Our beloved Coach whispers to us from the dugout. HE famously scored grand slams when HE went to bat. If we listen to Our Coach, and with spirit swing fast and hard, We'll knock those pitcher’s balls clean out of the yard. HE knows we won’t always hit solid homers, So HE doesn’t expect us to succeed just as loners. We might on our swing just make it to first base, But the team batters behind us can help us reach home base. Even though the adversary’s minions outnumber us, Only our choices will allow them to defeat us. So with our Coach and team we must stand up, When the Great Umpire of all calls “Batter Up!”.