Seven years ago I traveled to Austria. We spent a few days in Vienna, then ventured to a rural farm halfway between Vienna and Salzburg. There we helped with the summer youth camp run by Austrian Baptists called “Jesus Camp.” During one of the first evenings, I started to talk to Honnes. He followed me around the rest of the week at the camp, and we became good friends. Only one problem: he spoke very little English, and I was far from fluent in German. Communication was a struggle, but we shared two loves: God. And baseball. Honnes had never played baseball, but he learned that week. It was a fun experience. I’ve grown up just a little bit since then. And I wish I knew how Honnes was doing.