You have a lot of conversations with a variety of people, some whom you question the sanity of and others whom undoubtedly question your sanity. Then you read a few heavy, thought provoking books with intimidating titles and no illustrations. One particular title, To Change the World by J.D. Hunter (he’s a Virginia guy) keeps you awake at night and interferes even with your daydreams, but not in an unpleasant way. You take lots of notes, wear out your highlighter, stand in front of people and tell them your thoughts, and write some blog posts. Then type up your family Christmas card letter. You pray a lot. One night, after you’ve stayed up too late, indulging in the guilty pleasure of watching grown men wrapped in plastic assault one another while chasing an oddly shaped ball across a manicured lawn, you sit in your living room. There, while everyone else is asleep, in the dim glow of the Christmas tree, listening to the dog snore, you think, “What have I done?”
If you’re not a baseball fan you probably do not recognize the name Josh Hamilton. But if you have a son or daughter who plays baseball, or better yet who plays baseball and is somehow connected to the ministry of Fellowship of Christian Athletes (FCA) there is a good chance that you do know that name. Josh Hamilton is a professional baseball player, a power hitting outfielder currently with the Los Angeles Angels. He has had a rough go of it lately and was slated to begin this season on the disabled list while recovering from shoulder surgery. This however pales in comparison to his most recent predicament. On Wednesday Hamilton met with Major League Baseball officials and confessed to a relapse of drug abuse.