Twenty-Seventh Sunday in Ordinary Time

Each week I have to turn in my piece for the bulletin by Wednesday so that it can be sent down to the printer’s in time for print and return by Thursday afternoon. This sometimes creates a gap of sorts where I have to make an educated guess as to future occurrences if I want to include something about them in my article. Usually this doesn’t create much of a problem, because I can make vague statements, i.e., “We all had fun at the picnic,” which are open to wide interpretation. Every once in a while it comes back to bite me mighty hard though.

 Last week’s letter was one of those times. I had played pretty well in the last three Archdiocesan tournaments I played in and was feeling pretty good. The “Saints and Sinners Knights of Columbus Tournament” was on a Thursday and marked the last tournament for the season. I wanted to mention it, being the it was the last tournament and all, but to do so I would have to guess at how I might play. I got a little, but only a little, cocky and figured my play would remain consistent with what I had done on Monday, so I put in that the season ended well and I was hitting the ball a long way, which would have been true for everything up to that point.

 Wouldn’t you know it, but Thursday rolled around and I couldn’t hit anything. It was the first time since high school that I didn’t hit one “good” shot. I put “good” in quotations because it refers to how solidly it was hit, not the results; I did have a few shots end up alright, but even a broken clock is right twice a day. It was a horrendous display turning the 320 yards I put down last into a scramble of 203-230 yards at best. I was heartbroken and ironically enough the homily was all about telling the truth; God caught me good on that one.

 Oh well, lesson learned and it was a good one. If you are going to mouth off only do it about existent truth not suspect future events. I think Aesop wrote something similar, as did Proverbs come to think of it, that pride goes before a fall. Well I fell, and fell hard. Luckily no one in my group was from Sacred Heart so no one was the wiser, as I did keep the ball inside of the course most of the time; but I still knew and it stung. As of Wednesday, see I’ve learned already, I have not had a chance to go out to the driving range to redeem myself; because you can be sure of one thing, there is no way I’m hanging up the clubs for nine months with those bad shots as my last ones. I should have listened to my Grandpa, yes the same one I mentioned before, “The less you put on paper the less you’ll have to eat later.”

Prayers Always,
Fr. Joseph Altenhofen