Surely among the least of the deprivations caused by Covid-19, I note that today was SUPPOSED to be ‘Opening Day’ for our golf league.
Posts Tagged With: Mercy
Is it enough?
The question popped briefly into my consciousness yesterday, as we spent some time ministering inside the prison.
The calendar says ‘spring,’ but you couldn’t prove it by the hue of the fairways as we opened the golf season this past week. The zoysia turf, still sporting a winter tint, made our league’s ‘home course’ resemble the Sahara more closely than Augusta during our first week of play.
The ‘gimmes’ flowed freely in my foursome at the golf league the other night.
It’s left me puzzled since mid-week: Who tucked a $5 bill under my windshield wiper in the parking lot outside the local Breadco the other day? And why?
I fully expected to do a little dancing inside the prison today. Alas, it was not to be.
At times, I wish Jesus wasn’t quite so good about keeping his promises.
It seems an odd choice, for Pope Francis to make today’s feast the starting point for the Jubilee of Mercy.