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The Brotherhood – Part 148

The Brotherhood of the Second Cross was established on Father’s Day 2005 where 160 men stood before their wives and children to pledge themselves to purity, self-sacrifice, loyalty, and excellence. Today, hundreds more have joined the commitment.

He’s my third base coach.In baseball, each team is allowed to place two coaches along the base paths to help runners make the best decisions as they attempt to proceed toward their goal–home plate. One coach stands along side of first base. He sees most of the action as those who get started toward their destination are many in number. Even those who don’t succeed run toward first base and either receive congratulations or consolation depending on how they’ve done.

But the third base coach has a different task. Not many make it to third base. You see, that involves safe arrival at second base and beyond. Such success usually requires teammates to hit the ball and help the runner advance before three outs are recorded. Players who get on base but don’t reach home plate are called “stranded” runners because they were left standing on a base when the inning ended.

The third base coach works to eliminate that “stranded” reality. He coaches and encourages the best base running decisions. When the ball is hit to the outfield, this coach decides if the runner will be fast enough to make it to the next base, or even to score.

When a player runs toward first base, he can see much of the field himself. But when he runs toward third base, his back is to most of the field so without the coach, he cannot know all he must know to make his next move. He needs that third base coach to share what he can see.

My dad was my third base coach. He was that coach when I played Little League, waving me and my friends around third base toward home. We were pretty good, won a few championships, and enjoyed many post game sodas.

He’s still my third base coach. In every major decision I’ve faced, I’ve run the situation by him to gain his insights. I’ve learned that often he can see what I can’t ’cause my back may be to some portion of life’s field. He sees and his view helps me a lot.

My third base coach knows and believes in the runner that comes his way. As he waves me toward my goals, he continues to give me that confident look that tells me he knows I can make it. And usually that’s all I need to reach whatever goal lies ahead.

I feel bad for those who don’t have a third base coach. They’re left to decide their next move without the insights of one who can help them see the whole field. Sometimes they win, but sometimes they don’t because there’s no one waving them in the right direction.

I’m glad I’ve always had someone in that coach’s box. Thanks, Dad.

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