Most who know me—at least those who know me well—will affirm that I’m a people watcher. Though I spend much of my life standing in front of rooms, I’m far more comfortable sitting in the back, watching others in motion. I might contribute to the conversation on occasion. But more often than not, I’m content to absorb rather than radiate.

This past Thursday, I was given the chance to do just that.

Our Savior’s Stewardship Committee hosted its first-ever Golf Outing and Silent Auction at Dunham Hills Golf Course in Hartland. If you weren’t there, I mean it when I say—you missed something extraordinary. Not just because the food was good or the auction items impressive. Not even because the day couldn’t have been sunnier and the venue more beautiful. But because something profound happened, and I was privileged to behold it.

Let me start by saying I don’t play golf. I’ve been known to tee up with the kids and launch a few into the wetlands behind our house. In truth, it’s been almost 25 years since I’ve stepped foot on a course. It’s not that I wouldn’t. It’s just that golf is an all-day thing, at least it is for me, and I don’t usually have all day for anything. And besides, knowing my abilities, folks should consider themselves blessed that I didn’t sign up to be on any of the teams. I’m with Mark Twain, who said something about how a round of golf is the best way to ruin a walk in the woods, which is where I’d most likely end up.

So, in short, I didn’t play this past Thursday. But I did attend the banquet afterward. Indeed, I am far more skilled with a fork than I am with a sand wedge. And it was with a fork in hand that I did what I do best: observe. While watching, I absorbed something far more meaningful than a hole-in-one ever could be.

First, a casual glance around the room revealed people I simply adore. And I don’t say that lightly. I would die for the people at those tables. That may sound dramatic, but I mean it. “Greater love has no one than this,” Jesus said, “that someone lay down his life for his friends” (John 15:13). It was that kind of room, and it was that kind of evening. We’ve been through a lot as a congregation over the years. And yet, there we were, laughing across tables and recalling our togetherness with joy. Even better, as familiar friendships were celebrated, and in some cases rekindled, I watched newer church members (and some non-member guests) welcomed into the family as though they’d been there for decades. That alone was extraordinary.

I should say it doesn’t surprise me. Our Savior in Hartland is that kind of place to begin with.

In the meantime, I think a second, more important thing I took from the event was that I saw a number of individual “teams” come together as a single team and dedicate themselves to something important: our tuition-free school. They were there, not for the self, but rather, they were all in for something and someone else—namely, to preserve the Gospel’s legacy for children they might never even meet.  

That kind of selflessness stands in stark contrast to the culture swirling around us.

In most corners of the world, it seems people don’t often gather with selfless intentions. Unfortunately, I can say this is true, even in the Church. I’ve noticed it at conferences. Some, not all, but some gather to compete. They gather to be seen. They gather in a posture of self-promotion. Beyond such things, you can certainly see it on social media, where platforms meant to connect now primarily serve as stages for applause. I’m a member of a few Facebook groups relative to Linden schools, and from what I can tell, too often the driving force isn’t mutual care but mutual comparison.

I didn’t see any of that on Thursday.

There were no cliques. No undercurrents of competition. No one was keeping score of who contributed what. In fact, I heard more golf stories akin to Paul’s “Chief of sinners” theme. In other words, I believe that for everyone in the room, there was only one scorecard that mattered—and it wasn’t in anyone’s pocket. It was being carried in the hearts of people who gave, not to get, but to build and preserve something lasting, something sacred, which is precisely what we have at Our Savior in Hartland.

Again, that’s not how the world typically works. You know as well as I do that the world teaches that fulfillment often comes through accumulation. Gather wealth. Stack your achievements. Build your platforms. Be more important than everyone else. But Christ moves His people in an altogether different direction. “Whoever would be great among you must be your servant, and whoever would be first among you must be slave of all” (Mark 10:43–44).

That’s what I saw at Dunham Hills. It was true greatness, and it was forged in humble faith.

I suppose that’s why the event grabbed hold of me enough to write about it this morning. As a pastor, I’m forever concerned for the spiritual strength of the people God has placed into my care. In fact, I thought a lot about it while on vacation the last two weeks. So much so, that I spent time formulating some new Bible study ideas instead of leaving that all behind me until I returned home.

Then I came home, and the first church event I was privileged to attend was the “Fairway to Heaven” golf outing. Wow.

In a world of algorithms and noise, of hustle and burnout, of spiritually draining clutter, I returned to something infinitely more powerful. Sure, we talk about our churches and the friendships they naturally accommodate. But here it was for real. The friendships I saw weren’t just byproducts of church membership. The Gospel created these friendships—made them family—and it gave rise to a far better byproduct. It was and is the kind that can stand at the gate, lock arms, and be generous with its muscle. And not for anyone’s own glory, but for the sake of the same Gospel that established it, and from there, for the benefit of parents and children, we may never know this side of heaven’s fairway.

I suppose to close, if you have a moment, take a look at the promotional video we made a few months ago for our school. You can watch it here:

I’m sharing it because a few lines from it were shared before the meal. I’m glad they were. They were more than appropriate to what I was seeing.

Initially, the video was created and then sent to me with some text overlays—short theological and educational phrases that appeared intermittently over scenes with music. It was nice. But as I watched, I sensed it needed more, a clearer heartbeat. So, I sat down and wrote a short script—a few minutes to scribble a few lines that I felt captured what our school truly is. I recorded it in one take using my computer’s microphone. Nothing polished. Nothing flashy. I didn’t intend for it to be used exactly as it was. It was just my tired voice from an already long day of orchestrating and maintaining what the video would eventually promote more publicly. Still, I wanted others to know why it mattered so much to me, to the people of Our Savior—why so many of us pour ourselves into the work and then give it away to the community for free. Because, make no mistake, the world doesn’t give its content away. Whether it’s entertainment, education, or influence, there’s always a price. You pay for it, and increasingly, the price is your soul. But the Church, when it’s actually being the Church, flips that economy on its head. We give it away—truth, grace, the love of Christ—not because it’s worthless, but because it’s priceless.

The video’s director ended up using what I sent. He didn’t change anything, except to have his audio team clean up my less-than-quality recording.

Again, if you have a moment, watch it. It’s only a minute and thirty-five seconds long. If you listen closely, I think you’ll hear elements of the same theme that filled the banquet room at Dunham Hills: selflessness. You’ll hear me say how we’re doing all we can at Our Savior to lift up generations of children who know something better than what the world gives, and with that knowledge, are equipped to go out and be the kind of people I saw gathered at the golf outing on Thursday.

I saw Christian people who know what is objectively and immutably true. I bore witness to human beings shaped by the Gospel trying to make it so others could be, too. They were standing shoulder to shoulder, not for applause, but for a Godly purpose. For a people watcher like me, it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen in a long time, and I can’t wait for next year’s event. I have a feeling it’s only going to get bigger and better.