It felt a bit like somebody had neglected to pay the electric bill when the “Daily Mass regulars” arrived for 6:30 Mass this morning.
Author Archives: John Schroeder
Come early, if you want to find a parking spot anywhere near the Laurel Falls Trailhead.*
Or maybe just show up. That might work, too.
Ever heard an ‘angel choir’? Thousands of voices, together raising a loud celestial hymn?
I’m beginning to understand this is precisely what I experienced on Sunday afternoon. But it took until today, as we mark the feast of the Holy Guardian Angels, for the phenomenon to sink in entirely.
We started our round on Hole #7 in the League Finale event – and what a curious blessing that turned out to be.
A prison isn’t supposed to be comfortable. I get that.
But does it really have to be so cruel?
Can a single swing of the golf club evoke a scene of biblical import? Or is it mere vanity to think so?
I’ve been pondering these questions for several days now – ever since I was the lone witness to a hole-in-one during League play.
We golfers are a curious breed. Generally, we’re reasonable chaps – with enough sense to come in outta the rain.
But once we’re on the course? Not so much.
Living up to its name, The Magic House provided an enchanting moment for this ol’ Gramps the other day.