|THE BEST BALLPLAYER I HAVE EVER KNOWN
The man's name was Fred Minton. For a while he played baseball for one of the teams that was known around the world. At that time, he was a young man that loved the sport, but even more, he loved the Lord. I was told by one of the players, years ago, while Fred was up to bat, he took his stance at the plate and turned his head to the catcher. "Son", he asked, "are you saved?
The first pitch slammed into the catcher's mitt. It was a low and inside ball. "What do you mean? Are you crazy? You are up to bat." was the catcher's reply. The catcher stood and threw the ball back to the pitcher. "Well, are you?" persisted Fred. "Am I what?" the catcher growled. Are you saved?" again Fred asked. The ball popped into the mit making a little puff of dust. "Stree-ii-kk one!" declared the umpire. The catcher squatted in place, looking over the ball, as if to see if something was wrong with it. "Heck, I don't know!" he mumbled to Fred. And Fred replied, "Then you wait for me after the game and I will tell you something you really need to know." The catcher stood up and tossed the ball out to the pitcher's mound. "All right," the catcher said. He squatted back down, settled his mask and made the sign to the pitcher. But, then he held up a hand and brushed something off the plate. The who lage paused. The crowds in the stands wited. The umpire held up both arms to signal the delay. And the catcher glanced up at Fred and said, "This next one is going to be high and outside; hit it and get out of here." Fred did. He made it to the base just before the ball came zapping into the first baseman's glove. Fred turned to the intense young mand whose foot shared his on the base and smiled as he asked, "Say, son are you saved?"
Jack A. Brewer.
WE SHOULD BE MORE LIKE FRED.
BY THE WAY, "ARE YOU SAVED?"