The Masters

The second Sunday of every April is the final round of the Master's Golf tournament at the beautiful Augusta, Georgia National Course.  I always keep my calendar open to watch it.  No ministry or appointments on Master's Sunday afternoon.  But this year, I was asked to give a retreat to peope who are going to become Catholics at Easter.  I said yes.  No Masters.  It is up in the mountains with no TV or iPad wireless.  I know that they could find someone better than me to give the retreat.  I am a lightweight storyteller with maybe a point or two.  These people want depth.  I said yes anyway, not because it will change their lives, but to change mine.  Most of the time, I can do the good I want to do, the good that suits me.  But can I do the good I do not want to do?  That seems to be when I will pick up my cross, lose my life (the Masters), to find my life, spiritual transformation.  Can you yet do the good you do not want to do?  Anyhow, call me and let me know who won the darn tournament.