Sunday, September 7, 2014
Digging into my bag for a ball just before teeing off with my favorite Special Olympian, I grabbed one that I found during our last round.
Being something of a traditionalist - loathing to see anything happen for the first time - I don't use yellow balls.
I only use white ones.
Kinda like most American churches and other clubs that still don't get it/Him.
Anyway, Billy was ready; and when he's ready...
So I used it.
An apocalyptic moment.
I could see it better than the old white ones...in the air, on the green, in the rough and woods and even water and...
Best score of the year.
I'm gonna have to give away the old white ones to folks who only play with old white ones and get new yellow ones because I play better with 'em.
Yes, this is a metaphor for remaining faithfully as part of His remnant.
If you don't get it, pick up a Bible with red letters in it and...
Blessings and Love!