Which brings me to today's post. In a few hours the Twins will play the Yankees in the Wild Card play-in game. One game, winner take all, anything can happen... For the record, I will not pray for the Twins to win; I have other issues to bend the Holy One's ear with. But it doesn't mean that I will not have transcendent thoughts about baseball and the Twins. You see, when I walk into Judson Memorial Baptist Church I have to think such thoughts! The architect who designed Judson forces me (and every one else) each and every time I (we) enter the church to do this.
The current Judson building (1914) was designed by Harry Wild Jones, how could a parent look down at the little babe in their arms and name him Wild? (I know he was named after his mother, but still). In 1912 Harry Wild Jones designed the renovations for Nicollet Park, the home of the Minneapolis Millers. And one of the key features of Nicollet Park was it its arches.
Bicycling Interlude. A few days ago while biking from the west end of Minneapolis back to Judson I took a five minute break to explore the Wells Fargo branch that occupies the location of Nicollet Park. I heard the branch had a community room with items and pictures of Nicollet Park. I was misinformed. All the branch had was three pictures of the park. This is the best.
Outside of the branch is a plaque about the park and the ball played there.
I was hoping they would have some kind of marking of home plate, like they have at the Mall of America. Oh well. I then biked south to 38th and Nicollet to take some pics of the mural of Nicollet Park.
Mark this as #4,561 of the things you can do much easier on a bike...
Back to the post.
Okay, now get ready. Take a long look at those beautiful, spanning, architecturally wonderful arches.
Now close your eyes and count to 6.
As you can see Mr. Jones dressed up the Nicollet Park arches for Judson Church. So every time I enter Judson, I am imagine I am walking also into Nicollet Park; I'm going to play, to watch, to experience, to laugh and cry, to sing and pray. Somewhere under these arches the line between church and baseball blurs and I love it...I don't care if I never get back...