Conceivably, my Dad’s favorite pastime was the game of golf. Bluebird days and the aroma of fresh cut greens nestled in the bosom of Amen Corner and Pebble Beach were the sanctuary. The sound of a golf club making contact with his signature yellow Pinnacle was its hymn.
A few weeks after he passed I went down to his boat stall for some therapy. On this particular day his loss was overwhelming and I was struggling to breathe in the oxygen deficient atmosphere. The only antidote seemed to be the smell of fiberglass and the fog of memories sure to hit me in the face when I opened the door.
The promises and provisions of God can seem exaggerated and outside the box of our reality. It is here that I doubt and question the ‘signs and wonders.’Similar to the doubt the disciples experienced during the first and second day of Jesus’ death. Each being tossed into their own personal hell as everything they put their lives into was suddenly gone and had little hint of return.
It is in these moments God sends out an army to rescue us. It is in the middle of the night God shows up and says ‘I don’t think so.’ He uses whatever means necessary to get our attention, leave us dumbfounded and remind us He is King, He is Lord, He is God Almighty and there was purpose on that hill.
On this day heaven decides to show off. A yellow Pinnacle sits intentionally placed in front of the door. Reality’s box is obliterated and I am speechless. Oxygen returns, the throne room erupts, the angels echo holy and Jesus lovingly reminds me just how worth it I am.
