Pentecost 25 Mark 13:1-8 On opening day of my last Little League season, when I was just twelve years old, I came up to bat in the first inning and somehow managed to hit a foul ball that traveled right back up the bat and whapped me directly in the right eye. I crumbled in a heap at home plate, momentarily unconscious. It was a mishap that landed me in the hospital for four or five days, and left me with a shiner like you wouldn't believe. Needless to say, I never again really appreciated the urging of my [READ MORE]