Yesterday (18/03) we had another glorious baptism occasion where three people made their faith very public by taking a massive bath (don't worry, they were all dressed). One of them is a guy who works as a green keeper at a golf course. Whilst he was being dunked, I got this picture of an immaculate golf course, properly trimmed, luscious green fairways, fine combed bunkers, it had it all. Next thing I know, loads of golfers come and walk all over the immaculate greens, all dressed in their own silly ways. The caddies struggling with the load of clubs - all making their way from tee-off to tee-off. Whilst playing their game, some hacked into the lawns (by accident or out of sheer frustration) others trod with slightly spiked footwear. What a waste of all that hard work to make it look so amazingly green, luscious and appealing to the eye.
Upon further thought, I realised that these club wielding people were, one way or another, enjoying themselves. The occasional cheer, the frequent waving of the club in one hand, the sporadic jump of joy, all indicated to me that these golfers did to the lawn what they did, because they loved being there, doing what they did.
Often in life, I find myself more concerned with the hard work I have put into something/someone - that I become more fixated with the input than with the enjoyment others receive through that hard work. Often I moan (to myself) that all the hours of creativity, labour and occasional sweat is all for nothing as others just 'trash' that work. But now I might just have to see it as the greens, the fairways and even the landscaped rough areas and bunkers - all for the enjoyment of others. Maybe it doesn't mean a thing to you, but I learned something here.
