Pimple Balls

June 8, 2025

David Lanz – Return to the Heart

The neighborhoods of my youth were safe playgrounds. On a summer morning, a score of sparkling kids would tumble out onto the bricks like polished marbles rolling to their sparsely equipped games. Occasionally, some kid would have a new pimple ball, prompting an hours-long boxball game, guttered corners serving as bases.

When, over the weeks, that ball grew smooth and airless, we cut it in half, grabbed a doctored broomstick, and hit the halfball up over the electric wires fringing our city street. Top one wire, a single; top two, a double. Lose it on the roof and you had to find a four-inch length of hose to replace it. This until the next kid lost a tooth, got a dime from the tooth fairy, and contributed a new ball.


On those afternoons, the surrounding porches and stoops were dotted with grandparents in folding chairs, escaping the swelter of the unairconditioned houses. They served to arbitrate any particularly sticky play, precursors of instant replay. Behind the houses, our mothers held council together over their billowing clotheslines.

By the time our dads came home, carrying their empty black lunch pails, we shiny kids were dusty with city soot. The beach-chaired elders had solved all the problems of world affairs and our moms had rendered the house ready for the daily family dinner liturgy.

These were such simple times, so simple that they may seem even naïve in today’s complex society. But their symbols assure me that, though things change, they remain the same. The shared play, the community of conversation, the neighborly support group, the evening gathering to home – these were the holy anchors that fed our spirits and honed our souls.

The outline of these sacramentals may look different today, but their substance must remain if we are ever to be happy people – people who live in the world as playmates, neighbors, friends, and family. That, dear friends, is what we were created to be.


Music: Won’t You Be My Neighbor?


For Your Reflection:

  • What feelings or reactions do I have after reading this reflection?
  • Do my feelings or reactions remind me of any passage or event in scripture, especially in the life of Christ? 
  • What actions might I take today because of my response to these readings?

Suggested Scripture: Mark 12:28-29


9 thoughts on “Pimple Balls

  1. Jane Wilson's avatar Jane Wilson

    OMG you really hit home with this memory . I am of the age that I remember all of those things. It really brings a tear to my eye.

    the other post that also really reminded me of my childhood was the one of the paying respects to the deceased because that’s what a person did.

    God bless you.., I love your new format of these once a week reflections.

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  2. lhillerman's avatar lhillerman

    Thank you, Renee! What lovely memories you brought back to me. We lived a joyous childhood. Thank you for reminding me of that. Even though I live alone. I am blessed to live around many people. I am blessed with a wonderful family and wonderful friends.
    I don’t live in community, but Mercy has afforded me wonderful experiences and companions on the journey. Thank you to you, my wonderful friend!
    Lucille ❤️🙏😘
    Sent from my iPad

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