Our property adjoins the sixteenth fairway of a nice, private golf course. I have a bucket in my shop filling with golf balls that land in our yard. The course makes for a beautiful, manicured view from the bay window of our living room. But it’s the players that are most interesting.
It’s true. People lose their tempers out there, at least the men. Even though it probably happens, I’ve never seen or heard a woman golfer do any of the following:
Give a descriptive name to a golf ball,
- Speak to the golf ball like it was a person,
- Coach the golf ball along in its flight or rolling progress,
- Comment extensively on the golf ball’s performance.
More and more, I’m coming to believe that women in general are more rational creatures than men. Granted, it takes passion to win a war but wars get started in the first place quite often from the most irrational motives. And dare I say, as a rule it’s males who love to start this stuff. Women as a group aren’t perfect either but right now I see the human race drowning in a sea of testosterone.
In all of this, we still cannot ignore the gospel. Here and there in the Hebrew tribal writings are glimmers of total right-ness. Isaiah’s lion lying with the lamb, and the suffering servant-king perhaps were formative of Jesus’ demand to love one’s enemies. All this is so radically right and at the same time so radically impossible in a world where we have to kill just to eat. It’s impossible, so it can only be a hope.
People of faith know that hope can become reality in God’s World, so perhaps it’s the women and the little children who will lead us there. I’m convinced I’ll never see it in this world, but in the distant future perhaps a person bearing some of my genetic material, will.
And what’s wrong with getting started now?
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