A Day at the Masters
April 12, 2017
By Nicole Taylor, Director of Women's Ministries
I recently spent the day with my mom, strolling through the brightest green grass, among rolling hills robust with flowering azaleas. The sky was the perfect blue, interspersed with a few fluffy white clouds. The temperature was in the sixties but with a breeze, making it almost perfect. The people all around donned brand name clothing. The women had their hair and makeup done. The rules of etiquette are clearly printed for all to see and only a few dare to challenge them. There was a quiet excitement in the air. Some individuals carried accents that said they traveled from afar, while others sported their green jackets with pride. There is not a much better way to spend the day than at the Augusta National for the Masters golf tournament.
The Masters, “a tradition unlike any other.” A tradition that requires you to leave your cell phone in the car. At one point during the day, my mom asked if I missed having my phone. I will admit that it felt a little strange without it, but what a gift to enjoy the day inside the gates of the National, absent from the real world just outside. The beautiful people and scenery captured my attention. I found myself amazed at the training required for a drive to hit within a couple feet of the pin, while simultaneously daydreaming about what the gentleman sitting next to me did for a living. I enjoyed sitting in the sunshine, dreaming about the world around me.
It wasn’t until I returned to the car late in the afternoon that I realized what an escape that had been. Texts about neglected children, hurting families, and broken systems filled the screen on my phone. I was quickly brought back to reality. The contrast was harsh.
The reality is that no matter what clothing we put on, what job title we hold, or who we spend our time with, we are all broken. There may be money, or at least the appearance of such, to cover brokenness. However, the closets of our mind can be stuffed to capacity with hurt, sadness, unforgiveness, and lies. To admit our brokenness would be to admit that we aren’t perfect and that we don’t have it all together. We often choose to do the work to cover up the brokenness or deny it even exists, instead of being honest. Being honest would require some work too: taking it to God in prayer, finding truth and comfort in Scripture, and sharing with friends to hold you accountable.
As we enter this Holy Week, I would encourage you to ask yourself, where am I broken? Is there anything I have tucked away or have been covering up? Where am I in need of a Savior? The good news of the cross and resurrection is right around the corner. The Savior is coming! But first we must acknowledge our need.
Director of Women’s Ministries