I am writing this post after watching baseball most of today as I was trying to recuperate from a 12 hour security shift. I am currently sitting down to watch "The Shawshank Redemption." Aside from having to work for the first twelve hours of this lovely day, I would call this a perfect Sabbath. I had good fish for dinner, Foo's custard for dessert, and one of the greatest movies ever. There is something beautiful about Morgan Freeman's voice now. Something that is bringing today to a perfect end. Even with the intolerable cruelty of that prison, there is something comforting about this movie right now. Watching baseball today was my release, I had just tested myself by going a week without television.
That week was needed, it brought me back to where I should be. I got back to focusing on my relationship with the One who wants a relationship with me, instead of watching my life float away with all of the filth TV I would occupy the days with. Baseball is unlike any other sport in that sense. Even on TV, you feel it. A few weeks ago I was reading a Sports Illustrated article celebrating the 20th anniversary of Field of Dreams. In it the director of the film made sense of the film. Said it wasn't about religion or faith, it was about baseball. It's about time with fathers and friends playing a game that gets in your bones, all the way down to the marrow.
Kind of like this movie. It sinks in. You believe in Andy Dufresne. He's your friend too. And in an odd way, his journey is a tiny glimpse of our own. We feel free too. Isn't that what the Sabbath is? Freedom? Yeah, free to be me; free to be His.
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