Sometimes Its Good To Look Away

Last summer I went golfing with Ed Allen at Oak Lane in Webberville. It was rough the first couple of outings. If you never forget how to ride a bike, you never remember how to swing a golf club. Miss-hits and whiffs were common. 

Ed celebrated my good shots with me, but he never saw a single one of my mishits. Where’d that one go? I missed it. 
Sometimes it's good to look away. 

I was in a store a few days ago, and I heard a commotion. I could tell it was an embarrassing moment for someone, but I couldn’t tell you what it was. 
Sometimes it’s good to look away. 

I was reading a news story the other day, and it was enticing because it was filled with scandal and details of a high-profile person being unfaithful. After reading for a while, I realized that I was entertaining myself by someone's ruin, making sport of their humiliation. More than that, I believe digging through lewd details reveals more about my desires than I care to admit. 

Sometimes it’s good to look away. 

Bless you, 

Pastor.