“Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.…” Hebrews 12:1-2

Carpets of green grass, draperies of cascading azaleas alive with brilliant color, explode over the scenery. This is Masters Week in Augusta.
A constant holy hush holds the crowd captive, only broken by the eruption of applause. Heightened emotions of intense spectators dictate either a nervous quietness or roaring cheers. The gallery bellows as the top contenders take their place for their final stroke and possibly – the win! Will a favored player choke under pressure, or soar to the top?
Guts, gumption, drive, and an eye on the prize keeps each contestant focused. Only one finishes first and dons the green jacket.
The Christian life parallels the Masters. Each soul has their eye on the prize. Spectators observe. Periods of silence, followed by cheers and gasps – all because of either success or defeat on the journey.
Major differences exist between the game of golf and the journey of faith. Each faithful participant on the journey wins the coveted prize – the royal robe of righteousness. The road traveled is often void of beauty, and visible fans are scattered few and far between for most. Yet in heaven – a great score of witnesses watch in the stands. They wait and cheer until the final victory is won. Eye to eye, Master and  saint meet. The earthly life is finished. All those who enter claim the victory of eternal life.

The Masters