I recently had the opportunity to attend a major league baseball game in southern California. Typical of that part of the country, the weather was warm and sunny. Settled in for the game with my soda and cotton candy, my friend and I were taking it all in. The list of places I’d rather be at than a ball game has maybe only a golf course above it, this was going to be a good evening. And it was. There was a pitching duel of Cy Young candidates, diving catches in the out field, even a home run. But despite all the spectacular plays taking place on the field, there was something missing. Cheers.
My buddy and I started talking about this. Here we were in the middle of this relatively full stadium, with fans for that team decked out in their colors and jerseys, and it seemed like no one was cheering or even jeering. It took me a couple of innings to figure out what was going on. The right fielder sprinting in on a sinking liner on a rope and diving head long to catch the ball inches above the ground, saving an out and a run. Mild applause. A former member of the home team comes to the plate. Silence. I’ve been to a few Yankee games in New York or otherwise. When a former team member is coming to bat, weather the split was amicable or not, the boos and jeers fly. They’re apart of the enemy now and Yankee fans hate him.
This fan base reminded me of the Laodiceans of baseball. The just didn’t care. Of course I realize that there were fans at this game that truly did care, but I think it serves as a reminder that we are called to be on fire for Jesus. To show passion for our Savior. “I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm – neither hot nor cold – I am about to spit you out of my mouth.” Revelation 3: 15 & 16