Tiger, Michael, Jack, and even Barry are missed once they're not around anymore.
Yeah, everybody roots for the underdog; but when the best walk or limp or drop off the stage...
Though it's a ridiculous analogy, I've often used it about pastors when contracted for church mediations.
It's kinda cool to blame GWB for everything these days.
Just listen to BHO and JM.
While I've been underwhelmed by his performance in many critical areas of American life and global health, I'd still vote for him if he were running today against HRC, JC, AG, JK, BHO, or JM; and, if you haven't noticed, there hasn't been a terrorist attack on our soil since 9/11/01.
If you're gonna blame him for everything, you've gotta give him credit for something.
Come to think of it, I can't think of a real leader in the White House since RR.
Speaking of the White House, some deeply embedded sources are telling me that the mayor of the Big Apple has been courted by both aspirants for VP.
What I'm hearing is lots of folks are waiting to see who's nominated for VP before deciding who gets their vote.
I'm in the first week of my non-vacation.
I say non-vacation because I'm doin' just about everything but preachin' for a few weeks - like today which ended up with five counseling appointments over the telephone and two in person along with the daily pastoral e-mail exchanges.
We were supposed to be at the beach by now for a few weeks; but for the first time in nearly two decades, we're, uh, beached because of the athletic calendars of our younger boys.
Actually, it's O.K. because I'm really anal about hospitalizations; which means I can be wherever for whomever no matter whatever whenever.
I confess getting a tad ticked when someone complained about inviting friends to worship when I wasn't preaching.
I guess it was intended as a compliment more than criticism; but, I confess again, I did say, "Even I need a vacation."
Though tempted to talk about the months that go by without taking a day off or the weeks of vacation and continuing education that have never been used and suggesting they be totaled so I can pay off those 11Gs (Brilliant!), I don't even though I just did because, well, uh, you'll find out when my friend from Florida gets his way and I start writing those Augustinian confessions.
My youngest put it all into perspective for me this morning: "You know, dad, we like you at home."
I know three older ones who resent...
Do you ever wonder why PKs can be so obnoxious?
Go back to the preceding sections of this KD.
Maybe if churches treated their dads with a modicum of what they expect from them...
Getting back to who's missed when they're not around anymore, I often tell sessions (mine and others when mediating) to consider the cost of replacement against the cost of retaining.
We're gonna face that pretty soon in our family of faith with two or three folks.
Churches have this nasty habit of underpaying folks who produce and then underpaying folks who don't produce but underpaying them at a higher rate than the folks let go because they were too cheap to, uh, well, you know what I mean...
Speaking of mindless bureaucracies, have you flown lately?
I packed over 100 pounds of stuff into my golf bag while visiting my parents and presiding at a wedding for two of my sister's better friends who are now my friends.
A lady with an extra bag of less than 40 pounds had to pay an extra $25.
Penny wise and pound foolish describes the airlines these days; which really makes me feel better because I thought churches and government had cornered that market.
Here's my favorite from this past trip.
My "Leatherman" - a multi-tool for folks like me who pretend to know what to do without a clue - was confiscated while another lady with knitting needles waltzed through security.
Repeat with me: m-i-n-d-l-e-s-s bureaucracies!
But the trip was worth it.
Bride and groom are faithful and fun and know Who must be the Head of the house to live happily ever after.
And I checked off hole-in-one from my bucket list.
I scored at Irem Country Club (A.W. Tillinghast, architect) in Dallas, Pennsylvania (6/19/08).
I was playing with my dad, Bob Franklin, and kinda with a course ranger (Dennis) who always seemed to be around and can be counted among the witnesses.
It was the par 3 17th (140 yards); and I used a Mizuno MP32 PW and Titleist Pro V1x.
I was really glad that I wasn't using one of those shovel cast clubs and a Dunlop Loco.
Anyway, I was reminded of His hand on our lives for several reasons: (1) I used the same ball which I used during the last round with my dad on 11/14/07 which proves I can be as syrupy sentimental as the gushiest of 'em; (2) My dad has had two career hole-in-ones and both came at that same 17th; (3) I have always said a hole-in-one would only be memorable for me if I were playing with my dad, one of my sons, or somebody else who really liked me; and (4) I was wearing shorts which my wife and sons gave me for Father's Day for the first time.
Uh, I mean, praise the Lord!
Getting back to what's missed when not around anymore, I'm feeling more and more and more nostalgic about my franchise.
It was so good back, uh, then.
Now it's just a dimming shadow of itself; and this year's GA (big meeting) proves the thanatos libido which has seized its very soul.
Even during my non-vacation, I can't avoid reading the bad news from the moderator's election to the far left paradenominational celebrations of ethics in contrast to our constitution which still upholds Biblical righteousness.
I won't catalogue what others can do much better; so I recommend going to www.presbyweb.com for a good look at all the bad stuff.
How did it ever get to this?
Unconverted clergy produced unconvinced laity allowing unconverted clergy to insult the holiness of Jesus as attested in Holy Scripture and upheld by our constitution.
Specifically, the problems began at ordination for the majority of presbyters running the, uh, show.
Some have abandoned ordination promises; changing their minds since participating in the rite.
Some lied during the rite in the first place.
Some didn't understand the constitutional questions because they, uh, weren't very bright or had incompetent polity professors.
All of 'em lack the integrity to demit.
So I'm thanking Him for golf and that hole-in-one; which, I guess, is like a legal drug to numb me to the harsh to horrific realities of church and society.
I'm thanking Him for our family of faith at First in Belvidere, Illinois; still loving Jesus as attested in Holy Scripture and upheld by our constitution.
I'm thanking Him for Blackhawk Presbytery which doesn't try to force out the presbyters and congregations who still love Jesus as attested in Holy Scripture and upheld by our constitution; which is so unlike the increasing numbers of hostile presbyteries whose allegiance to Jesus as attested in Holy Scripture and upheld by the constitution is as convincing as Paris Hilton's claim to be a role model for America's young women.
Blessings and Love!