Sometimes, I find insights into God’s great mercy in the strangest of situations.
Take the Chicago Cubs, for instance.
Just take them, please. (Sorry, I couldn’t resist…)
Not that anyone’s counting, but it had been 108 years since the franchise had last accomplished such a feat. That’s a stretch of futility I find hard to imagine, living – as I do – in Baseball Heaven.
Heck, it’s been just five years since my St. Louis Cardinals won it all…but I think I’m about ready to chuck my game-used Rally Squirrel Towel. It’s long past time, I figure, to fill my trophy space with some new Cardinal championship bling…
Ah, the perils of following the National League’s most successful franchise.
But I digress.
This blog post is supposed to be about the Cubs, and the merciful end of their mind-boggling losing streak.
108 years worth of losing. As I said, that’s hard to imagine.
But if “decades of losing” were “coins,” it’d be sort of like the experience of the daffy gal we encountered at Mass today in the gospel passage from Luke:
“Or what woman having ten coins and losing one would not light a lamp and sweep the house, searching carefully until she finds it?
And when she does find it, she calls together her friends and neighbors and says to them, ‘Rejoice with me because I have found the coin that I lost.’
Over-the-top rejoicing: I guess I can sort of understand that concept better now, in the light of the Cubs and their desperately-longed-for World Series win. Absence, they say, makes the heart grow fonder. So when at last the coin turns up, there’s cause for celebration.
God’s desire for each of us (yes, even Cub fans) is just like that, Jesus says—no matter how many coins we’ve dropped…or for how many decades we’ve been wandering around, lost.
Let us pause now…to recall that we are in the presence of the Holy & Merciful One.