Cabin 19: Footprints in the Snow

The wind was steady and the snow was blinding. I could barely see my own outstretched hand as I shuffled through the deepening snow. My bare legs were now numb from the cold as I plowed through drifts nearly up to my waist. Jesus’ footprints were barely visible and disappearing quickly. I had to keep…

GOLF & GOD (3): Sand Traps: Blessing or Curse?

I worked on the grounds crew at Burl Oaks Golf Club in high school for four years.  I absolutely loved almost every aspect of this job — mowing the greens, fairways and roughs, moving the hole placements, landscaping, washing and gassing carts.  I can still smell the fresh morning air as I remember mowing greens…