Confession is Good

There is a hole about the size of a golf ball in the back wall of the office work room. The hole was made by a goof ball. The secretaries noticed it right away as they came to work Monday morning. They wanted to make sure I knew about it. I had to confess, I’m the goof ball.

You see, last Friday afternoon I was the only one in the office when I had one of those thoughts that plague golfers. It suddenly occurred to me what might be wrong with my golf swing. I looked for something to simulate a golf club so I could at least take a practice swing.

I saw it through Scott’s open office door. There against the wall was a round curtain rod. I picked it up using my best golf grip and it fit perfectly. I went into the workroom and did a couple of waggles (you may not understand if you don’t play golf). The waggles felt good so I took my stance to make the golf swing of my thoughts and dreams.

It was actually more powerful than I had imagined. And there in lies the problem. Not the power, but my thinking or lack there of. You see, this was a curtain rod, not a golf club. Curtain rods are made of two parts. One part slid into the other. With the “power” of my swing the one part slid out of the second part and went in perfect flight to the wall. Thus the golf ball size hole made by the goof ball.

One of our secretaries, who shall remain unnamed to protect her innocence, said to me, “I could see it being done by anyone but you.” To which I replied, “I’m sorry, but I am a lot more disappointing than many people realize.”

Isn’t that one of our greatest fears? That people may come to know just how disappointing we really are? I can identify with Paul when he says he is the chief of all sinners.

But the greatest news of all is that God knows we often do dumb things. He knows our hearts often lean toward foolishness. He allowed Jesus to die for our sins and foolishness. He then warns us to be careful how we treat other goof balls, because we are one ourselves.