My name is Phillip Taylor. From the age of six, I had a ball glove in one hand, a bat in the other, and a passion to play America’s greatest sport for as long as I could – baseball! As a left-handed first-baseman, God provided that opportunity with fifteen years of memories on the diamond that I will never forget, including four years of college baseball and one summer of Class A Independent League. Here are five of my favorite baseball memories of all time.
Early in my first season at age six, I was hit on the end of the elbow by a pitch during an at-bat. For the rest of the year I was scared of the ball and jumped out of the batter’s box every single at-bat…except one. At the end of the season, with runners on base, I accidentally hit the ball into the outfield and the winning run scored. My coach was so excited that he ran to second base where I was standing and carried me off the field on his shoulders. I was never again afraid of the ball.
When I was twelve, our Little League team won the Arkansas State Championship, and flew to Florida where we came only a few games shy of playing on national television.
As a senior in high school, our team came in second place in the state tourney after coming from behind to win the previous three or four playoff games against teams with higher rankings. We finally lost in the finals to a team that had a would-be major leaguer; his name was Torii Hunter. You know him as the long-time centerfielder for the Minnesota Twins, and now the right fielder for the Detroit Tigers.
At age seventeen, I was honored with the batting record in our local town’s American Legion program with a .527 average. The record still stands today.
At age twenty, my college team, the Arkansas State Indians (now Red Wolves), won the Sunbelt Conference Championship. I was walked on a 3-2 count that brought in the bases-loaded winning run. Then I had the privilege of making the game’s final out with a ground ball hit to me at first base.
Toward the end of college, I felt a strong stirring to communicate God’s word publically. Having been a follower of Jesus for several years, the time had now come for this passion of preaching to become a reality. God has opened doors for me to share His message of grace with youth groups and churches in Arkansas, Tennessee, Minnesota, New York, Kentucky, The Dominican Republic, Costa Rica, and Ecuador.
I am the blessed husband of Shannon Taylor (of 20 years), and father of two children, Bradley, age 12 and Mallorie, age 14. We are the adoptive parents to Kelly, age 24, and adoptive grandparents to Jazlyn, age 5, and Jaecie (7 months).
I am a graduate of Mountain Home High School (Mountain Home, Arkansas),Henderson State University (Arkadelphia, Arkansas), and Mid-America Baptist Theological Seminary (Cordova, Tennessee).
I am also the author of No More Dancing Chickens – Empowering Families to Stay Connected in a Disconnected World (click to purchase paperback or e-book).
My life has been very blessed, none of which has been deserved. It is my desire with this blog page to encourage, inspire and share my honest thoughts on the game we all play – the game of life!