August 10, 2006
108
I shot 42 on the front nine and significantly moreso on the back nine. Ah well. What limited game I have falls apart on the back nine. It just does. But golfing with Rev. Doug Harris from North Shore is a great joy. We spent the day talking about stuff...just catching up and using profanity. This is what golf provides: an opportunity to both catch up with an old friend and an opportunity to try out those newly acquired profanities. Lovely!
Sermon preparation continues apace. Ref+ is having some trouble getting inspired. I have the glimmer of inspiration, but it feels tenuous. I am hopeful, however, that I have a sermon worth the vocation.
Jesus did not pretend the past had never happened, but He seemed to find ways of not letting it be the end. - Celtic Daily PrayerPosted by tripp at August 10, 2006 06:57 PM
Nice prayer.
Posted by: Rich at August 10, 2006 09:42 PM42 is nice, but the 66 on the back needs some work. Most people do that when they start drinking at the turn, but you're going to have to find another excuse. :)
Posted by: Todd at August 11, 2006 11:23 AMHeh. That's true. I tried to blame the bratwurst, but that proved useless. Mostly I get tired mentally and start swinging the club like a baseball bat.
Posted by: Tripp at August 11, 2006 11:43 AM