Golf with God… A Dream

I decided the other day to go and play golf: due to adverse weather conditions I had not played for some time and was really looking forward to a game. As I approached the first tee, suddenly I heard this voice behind me, asking if he could join me for a game. I said yes, of course, and introduced myself to him, saying my name was Mike; we shook hands as he said his name was God! 

I teed off and hit my ball 200 yards, slightly to the right, then God teed off and hit his 350 yards straight up the middle! I watched in disbelief as it occurred to me that maybe he is God. As we walked down the fairway, I asked if he had a family and he replied “Yes, everyone is my family”…
 

I pondered on this as we walked down the second fairway, once again a short distance to my ball and a long, long way to my playing partner’s. Out of the blue, God asks me what I thought was wrong with the world
 today.

I thought, why is he asking me?… but then I replied “Many things – there are too many wars, widespread racism, general hatred, total disregard for one another, corruption on a grand scale fed by man’s greed for power – in fact, man’s utter inhumanity to each other, and that is just for starters.”

As we continued around the course, (after 3 birdies and an eagle, making God 10 shots up after 4 holes), God asked me to explain what I meant by some of my statements. With regards to racism, I said,

“No matter what colour a person’s skin, or how we look, we are all human beings; we may be different on the outside, but inside we are all alike, we all bleed red blood and feel pain and sorrow, but like everyone we all yearn to love and be loved.”

“And speaking of wars, what have we learnt over the years? – NOTHING!! Once war was sticks and stones, then bows and arrows and then guns, now it is weapons of mass destruction. When will people learn? When will we learn? We even have people blowing themselves up in your name, God, killing innocent people… but for what 
genuine reason?”

By this time we are walking up the 18th fairway (with God now 37 strokes in front, but who was counting) when He turns to me and says,

“Thank goodness for UNIVERSAL MEDICINE
 where people of many races, nationalities and age groups from all walks of life have got together to look at the way forward in brotherhood; supporting each other to change their outlook on life, accepting responsibility for all intentions, thoughts and actions, learning from past mistakes to be open to everybody, being loving and understanding to all… letting people know there is another way to being LOVE and HARMONY in this world.”

Finally, as we walk off the 18th green God says “We should do this again sometime, and see how we have progressed in our thoughts, love and understanding for each other, no matter what our differences.”

I look round to say thank you by inviting him to join me at the 19th hole for a drink, but no one was there – God was gone.

Or was He?

By Mike Stevenson,happily retired after 38 years flying with British Airways, living in Sandhurst UK, married to Stephanie, still travelling the world but now as a passenger.

This blog was inspired by a comment in response to: Writing in a Journal and the Power of Honesty

Further Reading:
The Magic of God in Nature
Soul
Waiting for God…

758 thoughts on “Golf with God… A Dream

  1. A beautiful read, Mike, so light-heartedly expressing what is o profound. And, indeed, thank goodness for Universal Medicine.

  2. Genius writing Mike. Read this with a smile on my face the whole time. Your relationship with God is gorgeous and his words are as wise and true as one would expect, thank you for sharing.

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