“Jesus is playing golf! You have got to be kidding me.” First He parties with the lowlifers of Beeville till dawn and now He’s out at the Beeville Country Club playing golf. At least He invited us to tag along to the party, but He didn’t even mention who he would be spending His morning with.
In some ways this is most disturbing for me than anything He has done, or not done, since arriving in Beeville. Not only is this man a millionaire many times over, but he makes his living fleecing people. At least that’s my opinion of his occupation. Besides, I can’t even begin to imagine what Jesus playing golf must be like. I have this bizarre mental picture of Jesus on the golf course in a long flowing robe and sandals, hitting a hole in one every time He swings the club. What’s the fun in that?
I’m so upset that I finally have to sit down and ask myself why? I’m listening to my own thoughts and this is what I’m hearing.
I was so excited when I first found out He would be visiting our town. I had visions of sitting in the same room with Him for hours, listening to Him teach and tell stories. I thought He would spend His time encouraging us as pastors. I could imagine one of our church sanctuaries overflowing with people sick and dying, waiting for Him to touch them and heal them.
None of those things has happened. While that would explain deep disappointment, it doesn’t explain why I am so upset. The truth is I’m not just upset; I’m angry. And finally I understand the real reason for my anger. I’m jealous. I’m jealous that Jesus has been here almost a week and I haven’t been able to spend any one-on-one time with Him, and now I find out He’s on the golf course with one of the most ungodly men in Beeville. I’m green with envy.
For the first time I understand that my heart needs to be changed. I realize that I’m no different than those religious leaders 20 centuries ago who spent all of their time backbiting Him. Their anger and jealousy finally drove them to demand His crucifixion. My heart is just like theirs. Any delusions I might have had about my own spiritual superiority have been destroyed. I can hear Jesus whispering into my heart, “I came to seek and to save those who are lost. It is not the well who need a physician, but the sick.”