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 Mulligans


I remember learning to play golf many years ago,
A mulligan was allowed on the first tee if I desired.
A do over, a reset, without penalty; no longer existing is
That huge banana slice into the deep woods to the right,
Only costing me the ball that I lost.
I reflect on that memory looking at life and its laws;
The one I am examining today is the law of harvest.
The seeds sown by the actions of my life,
The wake caused by my daily acts;
Reaching and extending far and wide;
Always returning with its fruits.
The good I do, or the bad, plants a seed in the universal soil.
Reaching deep into the realm of reality.
A price must be paid.
There are no mulligans,
No do overs,
No cheating, no resets.
Life is what is.
I hate, and the daggers circle around me at harvest time.
I love, and fear is nowhere to be found.
I lie, and truth will not exist within my heart.
I cheat, and  true victory will never be mine.
I make a mistake in judgment, there is no retrieval.
Life is what life is.
Just, not fair; harsh, yet reaping from the karmic wheel.
We cannot rail against God for being unfair.
But…
God does have an eternal mulligan He offers us.
Jesus' blood, sacrificed for our sin; justifying us before God Almighty!
Yeah, the harvest in this life will continue without fail;
You sow, you reap; you sow, you reap; without a reprieve.
But in the next world, God's mulligan sets us free from our crops,
If we embrace the gift of Jesus Christ.

21Sep08


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