There are two things that are sacred at my house: the Lord, Jesus Christ, and baseball.  My children will grow-up to know much of both. I took Adam, my seven-year-old boy, to his first professional baseball game a few weeks ago – it was perfect.  Great seats. Great weather. Great hotdogs. Happy father. After the game, Adam was so excited that he bounded down the stadium steps three at a time. I yelled after him, “Don’t make me chase you!” But I didn’t mean that. I will always chase him. He’s not my only begotten – but...