I was watching the US Open golf tournament this afternoon. It was
too rainy and stormy to go outside and I’ve already seen all the reruns of CSI
Miami–the only remotely interesting program on the 90 or so available viewing channels.
Now, I can understand people playing golf–we’re a nutty species after all.
The oddest things entertain us. But watching somebody else play golf?
Sorry but you lose me there.
So I started wondering–what would Jesus think about that questionable
pastime. It would be sacrilegious to pretend to know what a divinity thinks, but here’s a hypothesis anyway.
Maybe His opinion would go something like this.
“I allowed myself to be tortured to death in the most gruesome way–all to
save your sorry ass souls. You’re supposed to thank me one day a week. One damn day! Is that asking too much? And this is what I get? Millions of you, glued to some inanimate rectangular object, staring intently at a handful of guys hitting a tiny ball with sticks?
“D’you realize life is finite? Clock’s tickin’ people. Y’know I’m comin’ back with an army one of these days don’t ya? And I’m not gonna be in a good mood. Just sayin’ ”