Golf may perhaps be more than a game – at least in the case of my weak-willed spirit.
For golf, it seems, has a way of teaching me about certain spiritual defects, such as vanity.
Here’s a great irony: I love to play a game – golf – that I am only marginally competent at playing.
And then there’s this: With each passing year, it seems, I surrender a bit more of my (already congenitally-limited) skills to time’s relentless march.
The chance to play a mid-winter round of golf stirred up some fretfulness in me, I noticed. Continue reading
The ‘gimmes’ flowed freely in my foursome at the golf league the other night.
We prayed portions of Psalm 103 at Mass on Friday morning, and I have to say, I was really feelin’ it…
Ever have one of those days when you could see trouble coming?