An old story I heard a priest tell in a sermon once. I guess it's like story about the girl who said God could ride in the trunk of a car. Then got into a horrible crash, but everything in the trunk was perfectly unharmed.

There once was a boy. This boy was really into baseball, in fact it was his favorite sport. He would practice and play ball with his friends any chance he could get.

However the boy also didn't care much for church, thought it was nonsense that cut into his weekends and time to play ball.

As time went on, eventually the boy got to play on his own little league team. He so badly wanted his team to go on and win the big game, and get the trophy.

The goal was so important to him, he felt he needed every advantage he could get. He recalled how the priest at church would say "God helps those who pray" and all that. So he started to act like the perfected Sunday School Boy, taking church more seriously.

As the season went on, his team indeed managed to make it all the way to the big final game. Yet despite everything, ultimately, the boy's team lost.

This infuriated the boy to no end. How could God screw him over like that, he thought?

Fueled by rage, the boy snuck into the church when nobody was around. He had found a rock on the way, that he planned to throw right at the statue of Jesus on the cross, on the altar. Yet before he could let the rock fly, he suddenly collapsed on the ground and died. For he was now truly beyond redemption.

Whatever hardships you're going through in life, don't be a "Baseball Boy"