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| 2 | +title: Dents in the Bat |
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| 3 | +tag: |
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| 4 | + - personal |
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| 5 | +abstract: A short poem on my relationship with God |
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| 6 | +--- |
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| 7 | +--- |
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| 8 | + |
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| 9 | +One night, I dreamt I walked with God |
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| 10 | +down the long road of my life. |
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| 11 | + |
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| 12 | +Scenes flickered past like an old VHS tape: |
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| 13 | +some good, |
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| 14 | +some rough, |
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| 15 | +and one labeled “1988” |
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| 16 | +—which, respectfully, |
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| 17 | +we do not speak of. |
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| 18 | + |
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| 19 | +And in every scene, |
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| 20 | +God was right there beside me, |
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| 21 | +carrying this |
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| 22 | +dented aluminum baseball bat |
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| 23 | +with my name scratched into it like a prison shiv. |
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| 24 | + |
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| 25 | +Finally I asked, |
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| 26 | +"Okay… seriously. |
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| 27 | +What’s with the bat?" |
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| 28 | + |
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| 29 | +God gave me *that* look. |
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| 30 | +You know the one. |
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| 31 | +The |
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| 32 | +"I love you, |
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| 33 | +but come on, |
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| 34 | +you already know this" |
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| 35 | +look. |
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| 36 | + |
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| 37 | +And He said: |
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| 38 | + |
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| 39 | +“Listen. |
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| 40 | +My child. |
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| 41 | +My beloved. |
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| 42 | + |
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| 43 | +You do **not** |
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| 44 | +respond |
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| 45 | +to gentle suggestion. |
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| 46 | + |
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| 47 | +You do not ‘pick up on hints.’ |
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| 48 | +You do not learn from |
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| 49 | +‘quiet internal nudges.’ |
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| 50 | +No, no. |
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| 51 | + |
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| 52 | +**You** — |
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| 53 | +require percussion.” |
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| 54 | + |
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| 55 | +I stared at the bat. |
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| 56 | +I stared at the dents. |
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| 57 | +I considered my entire track record of decision-making. |
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| 58 | + |
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| 59 | +“...Okay, valid,” I said. |
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| 60 | + |
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| 61 | +I pointed at the biggest dent. |
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| 62 | +“That one… that’s when I—” |
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| 63 | + |
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| 64 | +“Yes,” He said. |
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| 65 | +Immediately. |
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| 66 | +No hesitation. |
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| 67 | +We do not need to rehash that one. |
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| 68 | + |
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| 69 | +I pointed at another. |
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| 70 | +“And that one was—” |
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| 71 | + |
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| 72 | +“Yes,” He said again, |
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| 73 | +even faster. |
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| 74 | + |
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| 75 | +I pointed at one that looked like |
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| 76 | +He took a full Major League swing. |
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| 77 | + |
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| 78 | +He didn’t even wait. |
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| 79 | +He just nodded, |
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| 80 | +slow, |
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| 81 | +meaningful, |
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| 82 | +like a man who has seen some things. |
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| 83 | + |
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| 84 | +And I said, |
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| 85 | +“Alright, but— |
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| 86 | +Are these dents all the times |
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| 87 | +You smacked me in the head?” |
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| 88 | + |
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| 89 | +And God laughed. |
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| 90 | +Not a soft laugh. |
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| 91 | +A **Hah ... HAH!** |
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| 92 | +The laugh of someone who knows exactly |
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| 93 | +who He is dealing with. |
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| 94 | + |
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| 95 | +“No, child,” He said. |
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| 96 | +Very gently. |
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| 97 | +Very simply. |
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| 98 | + |
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| 99 | +“The dents are all the times |
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| 100 | +**you survived it.**” |
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| 101 | + |
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| 102 | +And I felt it. |
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| 103 | +Right there. |
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| 104 | +Not in the head. |
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| 105 | +In the ribs. |
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| 106 | + |
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| 107 | +Because yeah. |
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| 108 | +We’ve been doing this a long time. |
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| 109 | + |
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| 110 | +I sighed. |
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| 111 | +Looked at the bat. |
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| 112 | +Looked at Him. |
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| 113 | + |
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| 114 | +“So ... did we have to use a bat?” |
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| 115 | + |
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| 116 | +God just shrugged, |
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| 117 | +like He’s been waiting **years** to say this line: |
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| 118 | + |
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| 119 | +“You chose the bat. |
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| 120 | +I just agreed to swing it.” |