Monday, September 23, 2002
Monday, September 23, 2002
"For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and
mother."
What Courtney lacked in power, speed, and innate talent, he made up for with courage. The
runner trying to beat the throw home could bare his spikes if he wanted. Or he could simply try
to bowl Courtney over. The result would be the same. Old Scrap Iron held his ground. He may
be cut and bruised. A foul tip might miss his protective padding and sting his elbow, but he
hung in there. He was a fighter, a worker, a blue-collar player, as we would say today. He
would not quit. Who does not admire someone like that?
I assume that you are working at something. It need not be for profit. Many retired people are
giving their time to others. Some plant gardens. Some find ways to help around the church or
in the community. Few of us who are able-bodied would be content to sit inside watching
television all the time. Most of us are working at something. The question is, For what are we
working?
(Matthew 12.50
NRSV)
A few of you may remember a ball player whose nickname was Old Scrap Iron! His real name
was Clint Courtney. He was a journeyman catcher for the Baltimore Orioles many years ago.
Courtney was never a star. You won't find his name in the record books.
Dear Jesus, may all I do be done to honor our Father in heaven. Amen.
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