Percentage Preacher

You aren't hitting the ball out of the park like you used to, Pastor! And I'm not the only one keeping score!"

When I confessed I did not expect to hit a home run every Sunday morning, Ted's face flushed with anger.

"Then what are we paying you to do?" he demanded. "I expect you to feed me during that half hour each Sunday so I have enough to go on the rest of the week!"

Since that animated conversation, I've reflected on Ted's analogy. He has a point: Each time I take my stance in front of the congregation, I am faced with the challenge of making contact. But then again, does a congregation have a right to expect me to clear the 400-foot fence every week? Am I their only source of spiritual input?

I've had to conclude I will never be a home run king; I'm a percentage hitter.


I followed the New York Yankees during the dynasty years of the Bronx Bombers—with Whitey Ford, Moose Skowron, Clete Boyer, Yogi Berra, Roger Maris, Bobby Richardson, and Mickey Mantle.

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