Four letter words fly around the golf course where I play like hundreds of errant tee shots.
A river of strong drink disappears into men’s guts.
Sometimes they ask me on the 10th hole what I do for work. “I’m in the ministry,” I say. “I travel around the country and tell college students about Jesus.”
This usually causes massive apologies for all that took place the prior two hours.
No matter. I love these guys. And as much as I “speak up” to them about what I believe, I catch myself, at times, speaking down to them, condescendingly.
Rather, I wish to speak “up” from a posture of service and humility. Or minimally, speak across the table, man to man. This is the way of Christ.