“God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.” [1 John 1:5b]
This is comforting.
The things that we love are so often tainted by sin, but in God, we have found something, someone, who is worthy of our adoration through and through.
Most everything else is significantly more complicated.
I have been a diehard Pittsburgh Pirates fan all of my life, which if you have followed baseball at all over the last 35 years, gives you some insight into how resilient my fandom is. Up until a few years ago, the Pirates were mired (not often the word mired becomes cliched) in the worst losing streak in professional sports history. Over these last few years, there has been some light. The thing that was so hard to root for over the past two decades had finally become something that could be loved without shame.
Given the reality of free agency and player movement in modern sports, the common advice is to “root for the laundry”, and the laundry has been easier to root for today than it has been since I was 11.
So, what happens when one of the guys who wear that laundry may have soiled it?
On Tuesday of this week, a story broke on Pittsburgh third baseman Jung Ho Kang and an investigation into a potential sexual assault. The words “may have”, “investigation” and “potential” are the key words for why this is so complicated. If you remove those, the player is likely removed as well… in handcuffs. If it turns out not to be true, then the player can move on, and so can the fans.
In the meantime, I am left to ponder whether I can follow a team where I may (or may not) be cheering for a rapist.
As far as I can tell there is no well-reasoned answer here on how to approach it.
This is obviously a much less important issue than the one that Kang himself is going through or that of the woman from whom the accusations arise, but it is the one that I have to deal with.
Pirates baseball is probably my longest running abusive relationship, so it’s not one that I take lightly, but it’s also one that I think I may have to take a step back from until some further information comes out.
It’s something that twenty years of losing couldn’t shake my loyalty in, but something that one horrid accusation has now made me uncomfortable supporting.
We have gotten used to some pretty dark shades of gray, but the specter of black is enough for me to keep my distance.
“God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.”
I think I’ll just spend some time there for a while.