Hang in here with me. Eschatology means the study of the end of the world. It’s kind of amusing to me that humans have always been obsessed with this kind of subject when we’ve got enough in this world to worry about and study: being missional, reaching out to Iraqi Christ followers, making our church buildings green, the other 97% of the Bible.
At any rate, this past week was the Super Bowl. Funny commercials, fun game, good times with friends. After the game, I received a tweet from Cubs.com. (For the record, I hate Twitter’s terminology/slang. I feel dirty whenever I say “tweet.”) The message relayed the countdown to spring training, signaling another season of
disappointment Cubs baseball. (Can’t wait to watch the Cubbies take their shot at getting to the World Series.)
As much as I get optimistic that the Cubs might get to the Big Show and win, I like to consider myself a realistic guy. Hence, I don’t really think I’ll see them win the Series before … before Jesus comes back.
The Cubs made some good moves in the off season, though the Red Sox made some better ones, and the Cards are always tough, dang it. But while my optimism is running full steam, I’m moreso looking forward to the day when The Christ flattens the mountains and straightens the crooked ways. THAT’S something to look forward to, to base a life on–even more so than the Cubs flattening other teams. And, it’s more realistic to see Jesus of Nazareth return before the Cubs win it all.