Easter and Baseball.

One of the things I love about baseball is the fact that the champions celebrate like no one else.  It’s not the champagne and the plastic covered locker rooms or the trophy presentations.  It’s the final out, that final strike.

When the last pitch hits the mitt, jubilation occurs.  The crowd roars.  Gloves and caps fly in the air.  The players swarm the mound and dog pile the pitcher and catcher.

Baseball players do it right.  Their joy of victory is palpable.  Even if your team lost, you can’t help but watch the winners celebrate.

I imagine this is what it was like in heaven when Christ took his last breath on earth and entered into paradise.

Angels roared.  They ran to Jesus, picked him up and carried Him around on their shoulders.  The residents of heaven stood to their feet and applauded.  Jubilation occurred.  They relished in victory.

I imagine a victory parade.  The heavenly hosts marched down the streets of Heaven.  Bands played, confetti drifted through the air and choirs sang as Jesus rode in the back seat of a car and waved to everybody.

After years of toiling with rebellious humans and evil, God won.  His sacrifice payed off.

And because of His victory, we are free.

Our sins washed away.

Isn’t that worthy of a celebration?

How did you celebrate Easter?