De plane, de plane...

The night was filled with planes dipping and diving over the sanctuary. The sanctuary that is on Sunday morning, became the sight of one of the greatest rounds of airplane golf seen since the Wright brothers battled it out on the banks of North Carolina in 1903...

Three young men battled the harsh conditions by the high settings of the ceiling fans, the deep stairwells that ate up strokes, and the ever increasing presence of the baptistry water hazard. Number 12 (a long par 3 from the balcony to the baptistry) tested the meddle of Dawsyn, Tyler, and Ian. The second hardest hole placement of the day was the challenging 11th, with its imposing shot over the balcony, that allowed the players to decide how much of the hole they wanted to cut off. The safe play was to lay up; however a number of players went for the gusto, trying to play the hole in two.

There was one hole-in-one today, by young Dawsyn. The third hole was by far the easiest to play, and he made it look that way. Kudos to him.
All in all it was a good night for golf. Really it was a good night for dodge ball too. Mykala hit me in the face. That was kind of demoralizing; until her boyfriend hit me another place that promptly took my mind off of my face.

I really like our Jr. high group...they really have great attitudes and great hearts.


Be praying for our trip to camp coming up...