When I was young, I used to hunt golf balls and sell them to golfers to make extra money. Many times I'd quietly be hiding in the rough while golfers would be no more than ten yards from me - never knowing I was there. I've heard priests, preachers, and deacons curse a golf ball so severely a sailor would blush when they flub a shot then beg the "baby" or "sweetheart" to get up, go, or roll.
I defer judgement upon either as I too have frequently been among those who've failed in that matter.
Exactly, that's how are converstion went. I told my wife, well, just because your a Christian it doesn't mean you stop sinning, you're aware of it, you may and should try, but it's war against the flesh, a hard battle. Thanx man !