The Grand Slam

It’s the bottom of the ninth.

At the homefield the home team is down by 3.

The bases are loaded.

Two outs already.

Full count.

The game could tip in either direction.


The batter spits in the dust.

He looks at the crowd and smiles.

He steps up to the plate.


The final pitch has been made.


The wood makes a CRACK!

And it shatters.

The trajectory of the game.

The series for the world.


Some wait with anticipation.

Some watch in disbelief.


The grand slam homerun flies through the air.

It’s nearly landed in the stands.


The game isn’t over.

The game is over.


He’s rounding the bases.

And once he returns to home plate, the real party will begin.

And it will have no end.


Jesus has won.



-by Nathan Lyke

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