So There, to the Golf Busybodies
Went to a funeral yesterday for a darling family friend, Don, who died in his mid-80s, and left a wide swath of loving, appreciative friends and admirers. My favorite funeral speaker was Don’s friend of seven decades, a gentle pediatrician who broke down and cried a few times during his remembrance. I think he is either the father or the uncle of the Omaha-born, world-famous emo musician, Conor Oberst. Now we know where Conor gets his emo!
But the funniest story came from a golf buddy. He said that, one time during a friendly game that wasn’t for prize money or anything, Don kind of whiffed trying to get the ball out of a sandtrap. In mock rage, to delight his playing partners, he reached down, grabbed the ball, and THREW it toward the flag. They all laughed.
But here came a golf cart up from behind them. They had seen what Don did, and they didn’t like it. They were the golf equivalents of Pharisees and Sadducees. “You can’t do that!” one of them shouted.
Sticking your nose into another foursome’s business is just as bad golf etiquette as what Don did. And they were sooooo self-righteous. So Don decided to have a little fun:
“The %#*@(% I can’t!” he retorted.
“Oh, no, you can’t! That’s against the rules!”
In reply, what did Don do? He made a sideways swipe with his foot, and pushed the ball another 20 feet toward the hole.
Now, THAT’S style.
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PRAYER REQUEST: Father, thank You for the commendable life of Don, and thank You for guiding him to help dozens or probably hundreds of people financially, legally, and health-wise. He mentored employees, abused women, alcoholics, boys from troubled homes, and served You in so many other ways. He loved his work and was so enthusiastic about the good causes he supported and building up the community. May his example spread in the lives of those who attended his funeral and recognized what a great guy he was. Make us more like You, too, just like Don was. (Ecclesiastes 5:18,19)
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