I was able to get out and go golfing yesterday with a couple of good guys. I didn’t play so well, but it is always nice to get out. As we were finishing up the last hole we began talking about how good the pro golfers are. I don’t know about you, but when I sink a putt from a distance, “just like a pro,” runs through my mind. And when I see a golfer shank it on TV, I always think, “they golf like me.”
Professional athletes of any sport are levels ahead of weekend warriors. The golf club becomes an extension of the body, the ball becomes and extension of the foot or the hand. The fact is that the professional athlete spends so much time developing the fundamental elements of the sport that they can make the ball or body do anything. Competition is not a matter of manipulating the ball a certain way; it is a matter of mental toughness. There is no question that the athlete can make the shot, because they have done it thousands and thousands of times. The question of the athlete becomes, “Can I execute when it matters?”
I know that too many times in my own life, I tend to think that I am the player and I need to execute God’s plays. But I must continually remind myself of the reality that I am simply a club. Yes, God will do extraordinary things through ordinary people. I just need to continually remember that God is the player and the game is not dependent on the club. God will see to it that the play will get executed. Proverbs 19:21; Luke 9:57-62
This brings to mind some questions. Am I a basketball when God is playing golf? In other words, am I passionate about the things that God is passionate about? Luke 4:18-19 And am I around God enough that, like the athletes club, I become an extension of God’s hand. God can not use the putter if it is left in the garage. Matthew 28:18-20
I am just thankful that God uses crooked golf clubs.
