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.
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.
A bit of mystery was resolved for me when I came across a hagiography of St. Giles the other day.
“St. Who?”, you say. And that’s precisely my point: I don’t believe I’d ever heard of the man until we landed in Edinburgh on the 4th of July, and took up temporary residence in a flat just across the plaza from that city’s iconic St. Giles Cathedral.