Disc Golf Saturday - Tony

Maybe I'll see some of you in an hour at the Gathering!

First my commentary on 2nd Samuel......Geez.....It was so intense back then. It makes me wonder if it is just as intense now, just as a spiritual version.

Also, I wanted to take a second to invite all the Men's Breakfast men to play a round or two of disc golf after breakfast on Saturday morning. I'm no pro (and haven't played in a couple years) but I'd be happy to introduce any newbies to the game. It is like a souped up Frisbee golf. The course is just a couple blocks from IHOP at Yauger Park. It is free to play as long as you have discs and I have access to lots of them. Mine are a bit beat up from students using them but they'll do the trick on this short course in rookie hands. I have extra drivers, mid-ranges, and maybe even extra putters (you can play the course with just a driver if we need to). The weather is always iffy but the most recent report says it should be a nice day. It could last as long as you want it to - an hour to a couple. It's my anniversary on Saturday, but it was actually my wife insisting that I take the time to hang with any men who are able...I think she is hoping for an even better date that night. :) If you want to go, just let me know Saturday morning - I'll bring a bunch of discs either way.

Shattered Pride - Mark

Psalms 51
^1-3Generous in love—God, give grace! Huge in mercy—wipe out my bad record.
Scrub away my guilt,
soak out my sins in your laundry.
I know how bad I've been;
my sins are staring me down.

^4-6 You're the One I've violated, and you've seen
it all, seen the full extent of my evil.
You have all the facts before you;
whatever you decide about me is fair.
I've been out of step with you for a long time,
in the wrong since before I was born.
What you're after is truth from the inside out.
Enter me, then; conceive a new, true life.

^7-15 Soak me in your laundry and I'll come out clean,
scrub me and I'll have a snow-white life.
Tune me in to foot-tapping songs,
set these once-broken bones to dancing.
Don't look too close for blemishes,
give me a clean bill of health.
God, make a fresh start in me,
shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.
Don't throw me out with the trash,
or fail to breathe holiness in me.
Bring me back from gray exile,
put a fresh wind in my sails!
Give me a job teaching rebels your ways
so the lost can find their way home.
Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God,
and I'll sing anthems to your life-giving ways.
Unbutton my lips, dear God;
I'll let loose with your praise.

^16-17 Going through the motions doesn't please you,
a flawless performance is nothing to you.
I learned God-worship
when my pride was shattered.
Heart-shattered lives ready for love
don't for a moment escape God's notice.