Yesterday I was travelling to meet my son to play a round of golf with him. It is a wonderful way to spend time with a friend, and my son certainly is a very dear friend to me. Three hours of uninterrupted time together and if the golf is good that is an added bonus. Yesterday I was playing well I even managed to get a par from a chip off the green straight into the hole.
I was a bit concerned on my way to the golf course because First there was a diversion on the road and then to finish it off I got stuck behind a hearse.
I wondered if maybe there was another route I could take but decided against this course of action having had bad experiences in the past with detours.
I remembered the time I got lost trying to find my way to a church where I was to be the visiting minister. I could see the church standing on a hill but could not find the road to it. Twice I took a wrong turning. Eventually I decided to get out the car and take a short cut over the field and leave my wife to find the way. I only just managed to get there in time. Sadly I was up to my knees in mud. Unbeknown to the congregation I conducted that service in my bare feet and underpants. Thank goodness for long robes.
The hearse and that memory reminded me of another true event.