An Event or a Reunion?

Two Major League Baseball games in the last two days was pretty cool . . . . But I've been thinking about one contrast that stood out . . .

Going to Cellular Field (White Sox) on Thursday was (as expected) like going to an event. It was an awesome event that was somewhat transformed by it becoming a historical game, but still an event.
Everyone individually worked their way through the crowd to their seats . . . You stayed in your seats and watched the game in your little group. . . The stadium was modern and functional. It felt a little like going to Dillards.
When the game was over, everybody filed out quickly and courteously. A really good time.

But in contrast going to Wrigley Field (Cubs) was more like going to a family reunion.

When you walk up to the historic ballpark in the middle of an older neighborhood, there's this homey feeling - like your going to the little league park.

From the time we got there we were talking to people like the kids on Waveland Avenue trying to catch home run balls during batting practice and the crazy excited family behind us in line. EVERYBODY (except me) was in Cubs gear (except for a few poor Cincinnati fans).

Once we went through the gate I walked about 5 steps and some dude high-fived me and said 'We're at the Cubs game baby!' like I was at the game with HIM (or I even knew him! :)

And the section where we sat was like Cheers (the sitcom!). By the second inning it was like I had 8 or 10 new friends. Everybody was laughing and yelling and razzing each other.
And when the game was over everybody went crazy - the dude in front of us even pulled out this huge flag with a 'W' on it and had Luke help him hold it up while everybody danced. It was crazy! And fun!

And the party had just begun. On the streets surrounding the stadium afterwards everyone was just hanging out, high fiving, watching the 'street drummers' . . . nobody wanted to go home. I didn't want to go home.


NOW, here's what I kept thinking about and couldn't escape . . . . Which of those do we look like? Our groups? Our gatherings on Sunday? And what makes it that way?

And which does God intend us to be more like?

Which would you rather go to? I know where I'd be . . .