My Sunday school class once merged with another for a short time during some construction. This guy named Jack told us he had heard some guy on the radio say that this tribe of Native Americans believed we each have two spirits inside of us: a good wolf and an evil wolf. The wolf we feed is the one that takes over and we become. Well, I chose my wolf…He’s actually more like a Lion.
Remember that golf game I mentioned back in September? It all started back in Denver, where I had completed the transformation into the man that God never intended me to be. Looking back on the events in my life, I can now see God’s hands in it all.
After Denver I detoured through Nashville to Houston to find myself in Katy, Texas. I picked up a wife along the way and a mighty-fine golf swing if you ask me. This is key: ask me, not the guys that I played with regularly on Sunday mornings. That’s right, Sunday mornings!
The moment I found this great Sunday school teacher that taught about the God of the Bible things began to happen in my life that I resisted. Jesus may not have been causing them, but He sure was using them to draw me in.
And I, if I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all men to Myself.
But the old me didn’t go down without a fight. I held on to that Sunday round of golf for as long as I could. The final straw was the worst round EVER! Nothing was working that morning except for my mind, and it was running. Why am I out here? Why did I skip Sunday school again? What kind of supposed Christian man am I being? Am I kidding myself?
If anyone serves Me, he must follow Me; and where I am, there My servant will be also…
Then it happened…the dreaded tee shot that barely went past the ladies tees. The others didn’t think twice, driving in front of me as I walked up and pulled out my 3 wood.
Maybe I hit the ground too hard. Or maybe the club was already damaged. Regardless, when I swung that 3 wood, the club head went whirling through the air at 100 mph right over my buddy's head, missing him by inches.
Utterly distraught, I had a revelation on the golf course that Sunday morning: the old me was fighting a losing battle because the new me wanted to be a true follower of Jesus. I dropped golf that day as if I had never played and did it joyfully. I then developed a thirst and a hunger for God and His words, which I read and meditate on daily, and no round of golf - no pleasure this world has to offer - could ever make me regret it!
Written by Harry
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