My father-in-law took it up in retirement. My son has a set of the right tools. People will go away on holiday to do little else. From early in the morning, ’till late at night (with floodlights) people play golf.
It seems to be a fiercely independent sport, weirdly idiosyncratic and obsessive, and yet the draw is the fellowship of the links. Pun intended.
I would put it on the shelf – golf that is – labelled mystery. It doesn’t quite make sense, and yet there it is working and flourishing.
Like faith in Jesus. Surely fiercely individualistic, marginalistic, counter-intuitive – and yet it is, without any sense of irony, the perfect way of life.
He did warn us that His ways were not our ways, His thoughts of a different nature to ours. It is amazing that they have become real and practical for us. Praise God.