The crowds were spilling out of Eternity Church now that the evening service had ended. Deborah Jordan was busy chattering with some friends in the vestibule, making use of her time off from West Point and quickly catching up before she had to return the next day. At the front of the sanctuary by the pulpit, Abigail was holding one of Joshua’s hands with both of hers as they approached the pastor, but she let go so her husband could shake hands with Paul Campbell.
“Pastor Campbell, this is my husband, Joshua. I think you’ve met before…”
“Yes, once or twice awhile back,” Campbell said with a relaxed grin. “It’s a pleasure. And a privilege. I consider you an American hero.”
Joshua always flinched a little with that one. Not that he was embarrassed. But he could never see himself that way. He was a mission-and-duty guy. How could he accept the “hero” label for just doing his best at what had to be done?
“Some folks might disagree with you on that.”
“That doesn’t change my opinion.”
“Thanks for your message tonight,” Joshua said. “Very interesting.”
Joshua was minimizing the impact that the sermon had on him. He was holding back and he knew it. But he didn’t see any reason to spill his guts all over the floor of the church. Campbell had given him some food for thought.
Campbell said simply, “Glad to hear it. You folks back in the city for a while?”
“Just got back from Colorado,” Abigail said.
Then Campbell looked over at Joshua and studied him for a minute. “This may be a shot in the dark. But here goes. Are you a golfer by any chance?”
Abigail giggled. She was struggling to keep quiet.
Joshua quickly threw his wife an amused glance before he answered.
“Yes, I’ve been known to hit a few golf balls.”
She couldn’t hold back any longer and blurted out, “He’s understating it, pastor. He’s practically a pro. You ought to see his handicap.”
“Oh,” Campbell said with a chuckle. “Maybe I’d better rethink my invitation then. You’re liable to humiliate the rest of us…”
Joshua’s curiosity was piqued and he asked, “What do you have in mind?”
“Well, tomorrow is my day off. It’s a dark secret among the clergy. We really do like to go out and play rather than work all the time. Anyway, we had a foursome scheduled for eighteen holes tomorrow. But one of our group had to bail out. So we need a fourth. Would you be interested?”
For an instant Joshua knew exactly what his answer was going to be. He had a ton of work waiting for him at the office. He had financial reports from his multiple companies that needed review. He had an R&D meeting with his engineers on refinements for the RTS system. And he also planned to have an extended phone call with his lawyer, Harry Smythe, to find out what else he knew about his congressional situation.
Then Joshua caught his wife out of the corner of his eye. She was looking right at him, straight as an arrow, with a glowing smile on her face.
Wow, he thought, there is a beauty about her right now that I can’t really describe. Different. He was caught off guard for a second.
“So,” Campbell prodded, “are you going to join us and show us how the game is played?”
“Sounds like your kind of fun,” Abby added.
That is when Joshua surprised himself. “Sure. All right. Why not? I’ll make the time. I was supposed to shoot some golf in Colorado with a buddy of mine yesterday, but it didn’t work out. This will make up for it.”
“Great. How about we all meet out at the Hanover Golf Club? Do you know where it is?”
“I do. What time?”
“Tee-off is nine thirty a.m. Let’s get together in the clubhouse at nine fifteen.”
“I’ll be there.”
As Joshua was driving home through the New York City traffic, he noticed that Abigail wasn’t talking, but she had her head back against the headrest and a smile on her face. There was a special aura of peace about her.
“You’re noticeably quiet.”
“Contented, that’s all.”
Joshua almost chuckled at that. During the sermon that night he had felt like he had a freeway rush-hour running through his brain. Contentment?
“I wish I was,” he shot back. “You’ll have to share your secret with me.”
Deborah suddenly laughed in the back seat.
“What’s so funny?” Joshua asked.
“Okay, Mom, share your secret of contentment with Dad…”
Abigail threw her daughter a look that without any words seemed to contain all the wisdom and experience of womanhood in it.
Deborah got the silent message and muttered, “Fine.” She quit talking and sat back in her seat.
Then Abigail turned to her husband and said, “I’m glad you’re golfing. I think it will be a nice change for you.”
“You know how seriously I take my golf game. Your pastor won’t be preaching to me out on the links will he?”
After a long dramatic pause, Abigail took a deep breath. “Probably will.”
Both she and Deborah burst into laughter.
Joshua shook his head and groaned, “Wonderful…”
Despite his misgivings about being a captive audience to a sermon lasting eighteen holes, Joshua was looking forward to playing golf. The Hanover Course was an excellent one, and he’d had the chance to play it only twice over the years.
Standing on the high plateau at the first hole, Joshua took a few seconds to gaze over the forest tree tops, out to the cityscape at the end of the horizon. He had forgotten what an impressive view there was of the New York City skyline from the first tee. What if the RTS hadn’t worked perfectly…just think. Abby and I would both be gone. Cal and Deb too. Manhattan out there would be nuked. So many dead. Come on, Josh, it wasn’t really you who saved the city. No way. You’ve always known that…
“Okay, you’re the leader of the foursome.”
Paul Campbell was taking a few swings with his driver as he approached. He was flanked by the other two golfers, Bob and Carl, businessmen from his church board.
Then the pastor added with a mock grimace, “Now let the pain and suffering for us duffers begin…”
Joshua walked over to the tee. He set his ball. After his customary stretching exercise while holding the shank of the driver over his head with both hands, he stepped back and took two practice swings.
“You guys may want to keep a safe distance,” Joshua cracked. “I’m about to commence firing…”
But when Joshua swung through, it was with the velocity of a pitching machine. There was that sound of the solid crack as his round, little white-coated Bridgestone B330 lifted up into the air and continued arching and then finally disappeared down onto the fairway past the two-hundred-yard marker. The laughing had stopped.
“Beautiful shot,” Campbell said with admiration.
The pastor was second.
Joshua noticed that Paul Campbell had a strong athletic build and an easy swing. He didn’t tee off with the power that Joshua had. But he was controlled. He put his ball about sixty feet behind Joshua’s.
Joshua was on the green in two strokes. Campbell was there in three. But Joshua had a long, tough putt, and it just rimmed the cup. They both ended up tying the first hole with a par.
By the seventh hole Joshua was feeling at ease with Campbell as his playing partner and had sized him up as a decent golfer. He was ahead of the pastor by two strokes. The other two were playing back, lagging behind.
“You like the course?” Campbell asked.
“It’s well laid out. Beautiful, really. But you can’t let your guard down on this course.”
“No, you’re right. Hazards popping up everywhere. Shifting elevations. I’ve been out here a half dozen times with Bob and Carl. They’re both members. But I never got the feeling I’ve completely mastered a single hole.”
“That view from the tee-off by the clubhouse is spectacular. You can see all the way to the skyline.”
“You can, when the air’s clean and the sky’s right. Like today.”
There was a pause while Joshua took a second to dunk his ball in the ball washer and wipe it clean.
Campbell went on to say, “Golf always reminds me of something.”
“What’s that?”
“It reminds me of life. Similar in some ways. But also dissimilar.”
Joshua thought to himself, Here it comes. I wonder if he’s got his Bible hidden in his golf bag.
Campbell had posed an intriguing question. But Joshua didn’t want to bite. What he wanted to do was lengthen his lead on this par four coming up. But he engaged him anyway.
“Let me guess,” Joshua said with a slight air of amusement. “Golf is like life because it’s full of unexpected hazards. Water hazard over here. Sand trap over there. Deep woods that will put your ball down onto a tree root. Am I close?”
“Right on target,” Campbell said with a chuckle. “You’ve landed on the green…”
“So, how is golf dissimilar then?”
Campbell didn’t respond. Instead he looked Joshua Jordan in the eye with a look that had nothing to do with swinging a club.
The pastor finally said, “I think I’m going to let you figure that one out on your own.” Then he added, pointing to the tee, “Okay, leader, swing away…”