I just read an article about Grant Desme, a 23-year-old minor leaguer for the Oakland A’s. Evidently, he’s a pretty promising player. He was named MVP for the Arizona Fall League and is “ranked the A’s eighth-best prospect by Baseball America.”
But he’s decided to leave the game. He’s leaving baseball to join the Catholic priesthood.
Baseball is stunned.
Now, I have my own issues with requirements for priests, the hierarchy, the Catholic church in general. But that’s not what impressed me. What struck me was Grant’s explanation. He was doing really well in baseball but he felt he had to figure out what was best for him and what his purpose was. It just took him awhile to figure it out. And then he said…
“I love the game, but I’m going to aspire to higher things.”
At an age when sports cars, shiny watches, lots of money in the bank and fame are so alluring he’s aspiring to a world of caring, service and sacrifice. And that’s higher to him.
What an amazing young man.
I wish I had his faith.