The picture above shows Deni and Snack after a game of tag. Actually it was more like chase … bite … chase. Deni was usually a little crabby since she was older. Snack being a typical male puppy … would always bother her. On the day this photo was taken he had been messing with her and when she went after him he ran to that mattress and plopped down. I’m almost sure I heard him scream, “Base!” as soon as he got there.
A friend of mine recently sprayed their backyard for ticks. She mentioned that they failed to spray the porch area. It didn’t take long for all those ticks to start heading for the porch … she said she couldn’t believe how many of them there were.
We started joking about how they were all screaming, “Get on base! Get on base!” Someone made the comment … “The porch was always base wasn’t it?!”
This brought back lots of memories of tag games played as a child. We would use whatever was most convenient for BASE. If I was “it” I would make the base the tiniest little thing possible, that way not many people could fit on it. If I was not it … base was … the house. Something huge like that. I wanted to be able to get to base as quickly as possible.
Base is defined as a starting point, safety area, or goal. When I think of base I usually think of a safe place. It’s the place where you stand in a game where you can’t be tagged. You can rest there … regain your strength … plan your next move.
I love the verse listed to the right that talks about the Lord being a strong tower … the righteous run to it and are safe. What better base than Jesus. He is always a safe place … a place where I can rest and catch my breath … regain my strength … plan my next move.
I’ve recently begun to view His church as a sort-of base as well. This was not true for most of my life. But when things began to crumble around me … I found my base. God provided a group of people that allowed me to breathe. They let me camp out as long as I needed in order to catch my breath and get ready to start playing again. I thank God for this little church that constantly shows me that there is safety with God’s people.
What do you think of when you think of BASE? What is your safe place? Do you have a place where you can go to breathe and rest?