Disappointed this 13th, unlucky 13th day of October. My Chicago White Sox were eliminated in their American League Championship Series playoff. Congratulations to the Houston Astros for outplaying the Sox but you dashed our hopes. After a thorough rebuild of the team, a core group of young stars, sights set on the World Series, a full stadium of fans in black saw the Sox go down.
You live, you’ll be disappointed. Following our five grandsons, our hearts break when disappointments in school and sports bring them to tears. Life seems to move cruelly on, and we experience hurts deeper and more bitter than sports. A young parent dies of cancer, lifetime savings are defrauded, a love walks out on you, despite all your effort a career goal is not met, and on and on. Sometimes we’re disappointed because people act unjustly. Sometimes because others show no mercy. Other times there is no explanation. Sports is a metaphor for life, and losing a game reflects greater disappointments that come to us all.
Students were talking yesterday about things they are struggling through. “You can’t control things,” they said, but I disagreed a bit. You can control how you react. Somewhere Oswald Chambers wrote that we shouldn’t be surprised by disappointments because we’re imperfect sinners living in a broken world. Disappointments should be refining times when faith responds with acceptance and a look toward tomorrow. That a Christian meets disappointment with hope shows that God is already breaking in with something better, and Christian hope thrives on the full revelation that is coming, when “Perfect love and friendship reign through all eternity” (Lutheran Service Book, 649:5). The Sox will be back next year!