I’m not the type to be with the establishment. In fact, I’m pretty lame when it comes to rules and street smarts; etiquette and common knowledge; conformity and acceptance. I went golfing with my dad today. In all the time I have [attempted] to play golf, I never knew that you had to wear a collared shirt. I was insulted when I was told I couldn’t play unless I bought a collared shirt. My own wasn’t good enough. Even more so, they said my gym shorts weren’t up to par (no pun intended), but they would let it slide this once. I walked (okay, maybe stormed) out, disappointed, but when my father (a humble deacon) explained calmly these rules, and the way it is, I felt suddenly bad for walking out on the man who told me the rules in the shop.
I went back in after playing 9 horrible holes of golf, and asked for the golf pro’s forgiveness. It didn’t make me feel better. But I think that is a good thing. It humbled me, and I was able to show my love by asking forgiveness of another who I should have been obedient to. Thank you Lord for allowing my heart to not be prideful in my own apparel. Thank you for allowing rules of humanity to show that the goodness of God is still in existence.
Love in Christ,