OK, I want to meet James White (also know as Deacon White) in heaven. Let’s just get that on the table.
He won’t be first on my list but with trillions of years to see people, I am going to look him up. And yes, he was one of the four seceders in the 1876 season that brought the National Association to its knees. He played for the Braves (then known as the Boston Red Caps).
This is about the no “tools of ignorance”. He was a catcher. A pretty good one I would think if he could catch Al Spalding. But he caught without a glove. And no mask. Probably not much of any protection. He just caught.
Yep, you read it right. No glove. A great bare handed catcher. Apparently the best barehanded catcher at that time. Can’t find any of them today. So I guess he was a pretty tough guy. But that was baseball then.
He was a deacon. A certified bible toting one for sure. Didn’t smoke. Didn’t drink. God was beginning to do some great stuff during this time. Some of it was happening in New England.
He also thought the world was flat and was ridiculed for it by team mate after mate. So he was a man of beliefs. Deeply held ones that couldn’t be shaken.
So yes, I want to meet him in heaven. The convergence of baseball appearing on the scene and God’s Spirit moving on the planet in 1876 is amazing. Good stuff for sure.