One day last summer, Jesus, Moses, and an old Jewish shepherd were out for a morning round of golf and just about noon approached the 5th hole of their course. This was a very mean hole, a full 420 yards with a broad water hazard just before the green.
Moses was the first to tee off, and after several practice swings, selected his #1 driver and made a beautiful drive right up to the edge of the water. As his ball rolled to certain disaster Moses raised his hands and like magic the waters of the pond parted. His ball rolled across the bottom of the pond, jumped up onto the green and stopped about 5 feet from the pin. Jesus clapped his hands in approval and said, "Good shot, Moses!".
Jesus now approached the tee, made a couple of swings and selecting his 3 wood really laid into the ball. It was a great lofty shot that like that of Moses seemed headed straight into the pond until Jesus made a calming gesture and the surface of the water flattened out like glass and his ball rolled right across the surface, skipped onto the green and came to a stop only a foot from the pin. Moses called out his appreciation, "Good shot, Jesus!"
It was now the old Shepherds turn and he approached the tee, hiked his robe up between his legs, flipped the trailing part of his burnoose and most of his long dirty beard over his shoulder, sighted down the fairway to the almost invisible flag at the other end, and without even a practice swing gave the ball a really vicious whack with his shepherds crook. The ball went almost straight up and with a with a terrible slice finally landed about 50 yards down the fairway and headed for the rough. Before the ball could stop, a squirrel charged out of the trees at the edge of the fairway, picked up the ball in his mouth and ran as fast as he could away down the centre of the fairway. It seemed the ball was lost but as the squirrel approached the water hazard at the far end, suddenly it was seen by an eagle who had been circling far overhead. The eagle pounced on the squirrel, swooping down out of the blue sky, picking up the poor struggling creature in its talons, and with great beating wings carried it up in a great circle to a point across the pond and just above the green. Suddenly from the one lonely cloud in the otherwise clear sky, there was a tremendous fork of lightning that virtually disintegrated the eagle in full flight. It released the squirrel which dropped several hundred feet onto the edge of the green where it hit with a thud that the onlookers could actually feel back at the tee. As the squirrel hit the earth, its breath was knocked out of it and with a great "Ptuee" it spat the ball across the green where it ran into the pin and dropped into the hole.
Jesus turned to the old shepherd and said,
"Great shot, Dad!".
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