So, I continued my trek inside the Village of Pinehurst.
The Chapel is just some 300 yards (a driver for most PGA Tour Players) from the first tee of Pinehurst #2. I continued out of the Chapel parking lot onto Azalea Road and headed over to the entrance just in front of the Chapel. It was 4:45 AM or so now and still pitch dark. There was a guard at the gate and, once again, I could sense that my presence, on foot, was a bit intimidating to this poor fella. I walked up to him and said;
"So, you have the early duty, eh?"
"Yes, Sir." He said. I could sense that he was ready to inform me that there was no way I was getting in that gate.
"Well," I said. "I am just walking around praying for the Village and the people involved with the Open. May I pray for your?"
"Sure." He said. "Father, I pray that you bless my Brother here. I pray that he is able to enjoy this day and honor You with his work and his life. Please bless him today and let Your presence be with him as he serves You and the people coming to the Open this week. In Jesus' name, amen."
The Chapel is just some 300 yards (a driver for most PGA Tour Players) from the first tee of Pinehurst #2. I continued out of the Chapel parking lot onto Azalea Road and headed over to the entrance just in front of the Chapel. It was 4:45 AM or so now and still pitch dark. There was a guard at the gate and, once again, I could sense that my presence, on foot, was a bit intimidating to this poor fella. I walked up to him and said;
"So, you have the early duty, eh?"
"Yes, Sir." He said. I could sense that he was ready to inform me that there was no way I was getting in that gate.
"Well," I said. "I am just walking around praying for the Village and the people involved with the Open. May I pray for your?"
"Sure." He said. "Father, I pray that you bless my Brother here. I pray that he is able to enjoy this day and honor You with his work and his life. Please bless him today and let Your presence be with him as he serves You and the people coming to the Open this week. In Jesus' name, amen."
He still looked a bit bewildered. I shook his hand and walked on my way up Azalea Road to the circle which is the entrance to the golf course (the photo here is the flag at the circle where Carolina Drive comes into Azalea and you can see the full moon over the trees as it was at the entrance).
The traffic was picking up now with passenger vans, mini-buses from the hotels and resort as well as alot of police and other security folks. I was hesitant, but, I mustered the courage to walk up to the two or three men standing at the gate.
Again, I could sense their alertness to my presence and readiness to challenge my credentials. I just walked up and greeted them and told them I was walking around praying for the Village and they acknowledged me. That was all, so I turned and walked back to the circle and prayed for awhile on that spot. I turned back down Azalea and headed to the Chapel. The Memorial to General George Marshal came into my view. A quick prayer for him and our country as I continued past the Bank of America on the corner of Azalea and Village Green Road West. I slipped through the trees went behind the Too Blond Tavern and into the Village proper by the Village Welcome Center. I prayed there for a few minutes and continued around to the front of the Village Deli and stared over the beautiful setup the Village had prepared with the big screen TV, the putting green and the stage used for the various shows that would appear there over the next ten days.
I walked down Cherokee Road a bit and onto Dogwood Road. Dugan's Pub sure looked and smelled like it had been very busy over the last few days. There was activity outside of the Pine Crest Inn as the waiters prepared for the breakfast crowd on this historical venue where many a professional golfer and celebrity had enjoyed the times over the years. I continued around and through the back parking lot onto Community Road and paused at the front of the volunteer fire station to finish off my round trip prayer voyage.
What was accomplished during this, almost, two hour journey around Pinehurst Village and THE golf course on which the U.S. Opens were being held? I have no idea!! I only know that I was obedient to the Lord's inspiration for me to travel around this historic place, seek His face, pray like almost never before for things that didn't even make sense to me; the roads, the houses, the people in the houses, the parking lots, the men at the entrances to #2, the people driving the vans, buses, cars, the young MC Foundation man I discovered praying by the Chapel, Dugan's and the folks that would visit there, the Square itself and the people arriving there that day, the Pine Crest Inn, the Players, the caddies, the media and the fans.
What was accomplished? I'm sure, His will and His providence and His purposes.
Praise Him for letting me participate.
I walked into the Village Chapel Care Cottage to begin the day with my new friends .....
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The traffic was picking up now with passenger vans, mini-buses from the hotels and resort as well as alot of police and other security folks. I was hesitant, but, I mustered the courage to walk up to the two or three men standing at the gate.
Again, I could sense their alertness to my presence and readiness to challenge my credentials. I just walked up and greeted them and told them I was walking around praying for the Village and they acknowledged me. That was all, so I turned and walked back to the circle and prayed for awhile on that spot. I turned back down Azalea and headed to the Chapel. The Memorial to General George Marshal came into my view. A quick prayer for him and our country as I continued past the Bank of America on the corner of Azalea and Village Green Road West. I slipped through the trees went behind the Too Blond Tavern and into the Village proper by the Village Welcome Center. I prayed there for a few minutes and continued around to the front of the Village Deli and stared over the beautiful setup the Village had prepared with the big screen TV, the putting green and the stage used for the various shows that would appear there over the next ten days.
I walked down Cherokee Road a bit and onto Dogwood Road. Dugan's Pub sure looked and smelled like it had been very busy over the last few days. There was activity outside of the Pine Crest Inn as the waiters prepared for the breakfast crowd on this historical venue where many a professional golfer and celebrity had enjoyed the times over the years. I continued around and through the back parking lot onto Community Road and paused at the front of the volunteer fire station to finish off my round trip prayer voyage.
What was accomplished during this, almost, two hour journey around Pinehurst Village and THE golf course on which the U.S. Opens were being held? I have no idea!! I only know that I was obedient to the Lord's inspiration for me to travel around this historic place, seek His face, pray like almost never before for things that didn't even make sense to me; the roads, the houses, the people in the houses, the parking lots, the men at the entrances to #2, the people driving the vans, buses, cars, the young MC Foundation man I discovered praying by the Chapel, Dugan's and the folks that would visit there, the Square itself and the people arriving there that day, the Pine Crest Inn, the Players, the caddies, the media and the fans.
What was accomplished? I'm sure, His will and His providence and His purposes.
Praise Him for letting me participate.
I walked into the Village Chapel Care Cottage to begin the day with my new friends .....
Keep reading the story...
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