An apocryphal story in the making (though retroactively):
Three well dressed members stand next to Old Tom at the tee. Caddies are milling about, trying to stay out of the way -- the members are clearly not happy.
Member: Well, Mr Morris - with all due respect to your *craft*, I must say you have failed us miserably with this particular golf hole, if one might even charitably call it that!
Old Tom: (calmly) Have I? Please explain.
Member: Dear God man, is any *explanation* even necessary? Look at it? How can anyone be expected to thread that needle, while also gaining the elevation required to clear the hazard and remain on the green?! What say you for yourself, sir?
Old Tom remains calm, saying nothing. Then he slowly turns to a caddy:
Old Tom: Lad - my niblick please.
The young fellow hands Old Tom a club, and steps back -- opened eyed in anticipation.
Old Tom slowly drops a ball from his pocket, humbly motions for the members to step aside, addresses the ball, pauses:
Old Tom: As our dear Lord himself has shown us, gentlemen, actions do indeed speak louder than words.
And with that he steps up and hits a high, soaring straight shot right at the green, the ball landing just short of the pin and, on one bounce dropping in for an ace!
The members (despite their best stiff upper lips) are slack jawed in awe. Old Tom hands the club back to the caddy (who is trying to hide his smile), and then turns to the members
Old Tom: So endeth the sermon for today. Let us go out now to love and serve God according to our callings.