Manly Plight; Godly Might

From a distance, I wondered if anyone could be that blind. Certainly, no one would drive a golf cart into a downward grassy slope with puddles of water sitting on top of it. Or would they? As I neared the scene, my question was answered. Sure enough, two impeccably dressed retired men were sitting in a golf cart, knee deep stuck in ruts of mud. The scenario was immediately clear. The golf duo had gone to the extreme of laziness to locate a lost golf ball. Most golfers simply walk over to the course outskirt in search of what’s lost, but these two retired brains thought they would just save their energy and drive their search, even if it was underwater!

Standing at the site of this fiasco, I was amazed at the hilarious scene unfolding. The twin pair to this foursome (another duo of starched shirts and stogey smokin’ older gents) were riding their gold cart into the scene. Without being asked, I interjected my good old common sense and advised them that two golf carts succumbing to the monster of the marsh might be double trouble. They halted their advance into battle.

As this foursome pondered their strategy, I couldn’t help myself and spoke out again. My suggestion was that before they gave any thought to trying to push their way out of trouble, they might consider removing the two heavy, overstuffed golf bags from the sinking cart. My words seemed to surprise them. It became obvious they were not ones to exert physical labor in life or, most likely, in any other necessity. They were thinking more along the lines of who could wait on them, not how were they going to lift the weight of a golf cart out of the mess they created.

Just then a landscaping gator and its humble servant drove by. After passing the debacle with his eyes and mouth wide open and his head shaking in disbelief, the little man did a one eighty and turned back to help. Soon as they saw him heading back, the foursome took up their natural position. Yep, each one aristocratically perched himself on the throne of a golf cart seat, expecting to be waited upon. I firmly believe it was not manpower, but God power, which enabled the little Latino man to free the entitled old men and their golf cart from captivity.

The privileged did not stop to thank their liberator. They just rode off, puffing on their cigars. I couldn’t help but think their entire life was centered not just in stogey smoke but, also, in the fog of not being able to live or understand Paul’s warning. “For by the grace given me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith God has assigned.” Romans 12: 3 (ESV)

Before moving on, I thanked my giant Christ-like brother for being the blessing God created humanity to be. He smiled — a gift that made my day and helped lead my way towards HOME…