I was a Title IX baseball player. In the early seventies it became law that a community couldn't discriminate on the basis of gender for its sports programs. There had to be equal opportunities for girls and boys. Since my town didn't offer girls' softball, I was one of three girls who signed up for minor league baseball--with the boys.
That first year, each time I'd come up to bat, the catcher would trash talk me. Come on, what are you doing here? Girls can't hit! What's your problem, anyway? Yeah, I knew you'd swing and miss!
Out in the field the players would do the chant, Come on, let's go, SHE can't hit. They'd bend over laughing because saying she instead of he was somehow hilarious. Back in 1970-something to do anything "like a girl" was an insult. Thank God that's changed.
When I think back to that first coach, he probably took a big step at the minor league draft. He said, yes, I'll take a girl on my team. He spoke to me and treated me with respect. He created a culture with his words that allowed me to feel confident enough to keep showing up, even though I struck out a lot that first year.
I was thinking about the importance of words when I watched a video of the 9/11 Remembrance for Flight 93. The memorial in Shanksville has added the audio messages of the people who were on the flight that went down, people who sacrificed their own lives to stop the plane from crashing and killing others.
I love you.
Listen to some of the recordings here.
The Word of God is a living breathing thing and can be alive in you. It can be what you live out each hour of your life. Words of love can tame our wills and soothe our souls. In the end it's love that matters. It's love that binds us together in a world filled with chaos. Let’s all watch our words and live a life in gratitude for the love that God has shown us.