Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)
@#$%
When playing 9,
my first goal is to break 40.
If that's not
proving possible, my second goal is to break 45.
Buuuuuuut if I'm playing
horribly like recently, my goal is to refrain from tossing my clubs into the
pond next to the 9th green.
Billy, my
favorite Special Olympics world golf champion, and I play 9 or more every week.
Sooooooo Billy has watched
my most recent awful attempts at meeting my aforementioned goals.
Earlier in the
week, I blurted more than petitioned after an especially hideous approach shot,
"Sweet Jesus, help me!"
Billy:
"Maybe He's listening to somebody else right now."
Me: "I'm
sure there are more important things on His mind."
Billy rushed over
to me to initiate a fist pump.
Then I hit a
decent drive on the par 5 7th and blurted more than thanked, "Finally, a
good shot!"
Billy:
"You're getting closer to the fairway."
Me: "I hope
that's true for you, me, and everybody else."
Billy rushed over
to me to initiate a fist pump
Driving back home
after the round, I rationalized, "I think I'm not playing well because I'm
just not focusing. I'm thinking about America and the Middle East
and the denomination and..."
Billy:
"That's right, Pastor Bob. You think too much when you're supposed
to be playing golf."
Me: "You're
right, Billy, I've got to stop stressing out about all of the..."
Interrupting, he
counseled, "God will handle it. You just play golf."
I reached over to
Billy to initiate a fist pump.
@#$%
Blessings and Love!
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