Seven Days in Utopia Page #5

I'm about to throw up over here.

You can't play in a tournament

unless you're ready for the unexpected

on game day.

MABEL:
It smells delicious.

SARAH:
Mabel's trout's famous around here.

More famous than her pies?

Couldn't be more famous.

As famous, maybe.

But more famous?

For food in a world

where many walk in hunger,

for faith in a world

where many walk in fear,

for friends in a world

where many walk alone,

we give you thanks,

O Lord. Amen.

Amen.

- Amen.

- Amen.

He definitely puts the game first.

Reminds me of someone else

I used to know.

That he does.

Hopefully he finds his way

quicker than me.

- Hey there, stranger.

- Hey.

So, uh, when's the last time

you caught a firefly?

Well, I don't know.

Since I was a little kid.

Well, that's too long.

Come on.

She has Paul's gift.

She always was a daddy's girl.

It's okay. It's okay.

- Hey, Sarah.

- What?

These ones in here

quit making light.

Well, that's 'cause they know

they're trapped.

It makes their lights go out.

Watch this.

Freedom's a powerful force.

Not yet.

I'm sorry.

No, I-

It doesn't mean never.

It's gonna...

It's gonna rain.

Ready for today's lesson?

I can only imagine what you got

in store for me today.

Today we play golf.

Good. What should I hit, a driver?

No, no, no, no.

Today we visit the history of the game

and its future.

You're gonna be playing

with hickory sticks

and a face-on putter.

Ooh.

Not bad.

Perfect.

S F T.

One for you.

See it. Feel it. Trust it.

Little butter cut over that left tree.

How far?

About 310.

What's the course record?

Well, you ever shot a 59?

You keep playing this way,

you just might.

Weather permitting, of course.

- Boom.

- Yes, sir.

Not sure we can get this round in.

There ain't nothing stopping me.

I'm seeing it, feeling it,

and trusting it.

It's time to wrap it up, son.

It's not the time

to start playing it safe.

We got one more hole.

No, no, no.

Well, it matters to me.

That's not the lesson.

That was never the lesson.

You spent the whole week

teaching me how to play

the best golf of my life.

Now I'm playing it.

All right. Well, you don't have to

prove anything to me, Luke,

because I'm not your father.

You don't know anything about

my dad, so back off!

No! you can't spend your life

trying to validate yourself

with a golf score.

Well, how would you know?

It looks to me like you quit

on your dream,

living out here

on this godforsaken goat ranch.

And this is your dream today?

This? This is your dream?

JOHNNY:

You can lead a horse to water,

but you can't make him drink!

Woo.

I'm sorry, Johnny.

I forgive you, son.

Whose grave you digging?

You'll soon see.

What's yours gonna say?

Mine?

Yeah, your epitaph, your headstone.

What do you want people

to say about you

when you're gone, huh?

Maybe it'll say you shot a... a 59.

Huh?

I never thought of it like that.

Maybe we'll just leave it blank for now.

No. I mean...

I'd want it to say...

something.

It will. It will.

But I don't think

that your coming here...

was an accident.

But only you can decide what to do

from here on out,

'cause, I mean,

there's nothing more

I can teach you, son.

Woo.

Thank you, Johnny.

No, don't thank me.

Thank Him.

'Cause God is all around us.

Inside of each of us, if you listen...

there's a still, small voice of truth

leading us...

talking to us...

and telling you

that you...

can see God's face...

feel his presence...

trust his love.

Yeah.

S F T.

Huh?

Woo.

S F T.

God bless you.

Happy Easter.

JOHNNY:

Luke, inside this box

is a pencil and two pieces of paper.

One is for writing down

all the truths you've learned

during your time here in Utopia.

The truth that life is about

faith, relationships,

character, and integrity.

That God has a purpose

and calling for you

that is much deeper

than a little white ball

falling into the cup.

These truths will become

your new heartbeat,

the foundation of your new life.

The other piece of paper is for writing down

all the lies you've been told during your life.

Lies like your golf score

being a reflection of your true identity

and self-worth,

or that failure in golf is failure in life.

Take the truths with you,

but bury the lies

right here, right now.

Once you have buried your lies,

chisel your living epitaph.

MAN:
Today I found myself

After searching all these years

And the man that I saw

He wasn't at all who

I thought he'd be

I was lost when you found me here

I was broken beyond repair

Then you came along

- Yeah!

And you sang your song

Over me

It feels like I'm born again

It feels like I'm living

For the very first time

I'm living for the first time

It feels like I'm born again

It feels like I'm living

For the very first time

It feels like I'm breathing

It feels like I'm moving

For the very first time

In my life

All ready to go, are we?

Yeah, I think so.

Don't think.

See, feel, trust.

Yeah.

Now, before you leave,

I have something for you.

I have something here.

Well, you've given me more

than I can repay, sir.

Well, gifts aren't meant to be repaid.

They're meant to be passed along.

Look at this.

That was my last tournament.

You notice anything? Huh?

Well, you're not

on the leaderboard.

Well, yeah, that, but no.

Look again. Look again.

Look.

- Oh, it's the Texas Open.

- Right.

That's this weekend.

Yeah. The tournament's main sponsor

is an old friend.

He says as a personal favor

he'll offer you one

of his free exemptions.

All right?

Huh?

Man.

Well, I don't...

I don't know what to say.

Well, I think, between you and me,

it's all about the ratings.

He's probably hoping

you have another meltdown,

and I'm hoping that

you can prove him wrong.

Yeah.

Well, you can count on it.

Oh, yeah.

Now, don't go running over

any of them cows,

because I don't want you

to ruin my pie.

Well, don't worry.

I can see a little better now.

Yeah, you can.

Okay. God bless you, son.

God bless you.

Aw, I'm gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss y'all, too.

Thank you so much for everything.

You bet.

Got you a little gift.

Just keep the lid off it

and you can come visit

whenever you want.

Well...

till next time, then.

Next time.

You need any more putting lessons,

you just let me know.

Hey, Tour boy.

Well, if you need some lessons

on some cowboy poker, well...

you're just gonna have

to figure it out yourself.

Johnny.

Yeah.

Thank you for everything.

No. I want to thank you for everything.

I really do.

Yeah.

And, son, I do believe.

Okay?

Yes, sir.

God bless you.

- God bless you.

- Thank you.

Let's get you something to eat.

Yes, Mom.

Hey, Bud.

I got you a, uh, little present.

Callaway's latest and greatest.

Thanks, Dad.

Luke, uh...

my actions last week...

were wrong.

I... I pushed you your whole life

to succeed at golf,

and I never once asked

if that's what you wanted.

I'm sorry for that.

Well, I forgive you.

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