I grew up around golf. My dad played golf as did both of my grandfathers and all my uncles. I was a country club kid and spent every moment I possibly could around the golf course. It was something about the quiet and the peace surrounding that game that intrigued me. It wasn’t until I tried learning how to play myself that I decided it wasn’t for me. Talk about frustrating! I nearly threw my clubs at my instructor when I couldn’t get out of one of the infamous sand traps. Those blasted traps are lower than the ground around them so it’s nearly impossible for a novice to get a ball out of it. It’s so full of sand that the ball just snuggles right in a makes a home. It sure does look all cozy in there, like it’s just landed in some blanket of protection that will keep it from getting smacked by a club again. I gave up golf. Quickly.
I feel like I have been in a sand trap here lately. I am the type of person that can’t say no. I have a really hard time just sitting still. I get whacked from one hole to another and sometimes I land where I am supposed to only to get whacked again. My clubs aren’t all that bad. Regardless of the types of clubs used to get me from place to place, I lost sight of the Golfer each time I went soaring through the air to another hole, sometimes landing in another notorious trap where getting lost means finding strange comfort. The Golfer, no matter how hard He tries, can’t get me out because I didn’t want to budge. I am not falling for it this time.
2 Kings 6:1-7 – The company of the prophets said to Elisha, “Look, the place where we meet with you is too small for us. 2 Let us go to the Jordan, where each of us can get a pole; and let us build a place there for us to meet.” And he said, “Go.” 3 Then one of them said, “Won’t you please come with your servants?” “I will,” Elisha replied. 4 And he went with them. They went to the Jordan and began to cut down trees. 5 As one of them was cutting down a tree, the iron axhead fell into the water. “Oh no, my lord!” he cried out. “It was borrowed!” 6 The man of God asked, “Where did it fall?” When he showed him the place, Elisha cut a stick and threw it there, and made the iron float. 7 “Lift it out,” he said. Then the man reached out his hand and took it.
Satan has a way of sneaking in and stealing the ball before I even realize that I have been mistakenly picked up by grounds keeper. Where did the Golfer go? Oh yeah, I buried myself so deep in the sand that I didn’t care that He was looking for me. I am not a borrowed ball. God OWNS me and He will do whatever it takes to get me back. He won’t just hit me with a club to get me back on track. He will reach in His hand and lift me out and set me back on the path He intended for me, as long as I don’t get complacent and hide in my sand trap.
This means anything; sleeping in, work, money, being too tired, wanting to watch tv when I should be studying, being lazy, using excuses (even good ones), and the like. You get my drift. I may be a ball, looking for that hole – in – one where I get to sail through the fairway and over the sand traps looming below, but I am still on a course for disaster if I don’t allow my Golfer to do HIS part and hit me to the spot He destined for me. I am shining a light on the darkness because I don’t want the grounds keeper coming in at night to take me away to the shed.