My Weekend
This weekend was the mandatory Fall Retreat for Christian Leadership Center at Caney Lake in Minden (about 30 minutes away). We had so much fun but there are so many people in the group that I spent most of the time trying to remember names (I'm terrible!).
We had group sessions, worship services, devotion time etc. We learned the history of the program, played leadership-building games (ever tried to untangle a human knot of 14 people? It's hard). The main purpose was to get to know each other and grow as a group, so we spent a lot of time just hanging out together.
Betsy Eaves is the leader and she is AWESOME. If you come to Centenary you should definitely check out CLC. It's a lot of work but tons of fun. Contrary to popular belief you DON'T have to want to be a pastor to join. That's Betsy.
The second part of my weekend I wish I had pictures of, but I don't. Okay, so remember Jen's story about working the scoreboard? (If you don't, check it out because it's funny). I had a similar experience. So I told some of my friends on the golf team I would come watch part of the tournament this weekend. Well, I probably should have gotten a bit more information, but all I knew when I got there was "we start around eight." Okay, so it's 11:00 AM. A little background information: I don't play golf. Everything I know about the "sport" is from Happy Gilmore and The Greatest Game Ever Played. I thought since they were a team they played together but apparently not. So anyways I walk in the clubhouse and ask how to find my friends. Another friend of mine was working there, gave me a cart and told me to just drive around. Well...so I'm driving along, looking a little out of place...don't see anyone I even remotely recognize. Finally, I see some spectators in Centenary hats and ask if they had seen Centenary. "The whole school?" they ask. Yes, the whole school...NO! the golf team. I then got a dirty look and "Hey do you mind!?" by another spectator. Apparently you have to be quiet in golf...who knew? Michael Jordan never asked people to be quiet when he shot 3-pointers...Babe Ruth never asked for a moment of silence as he hit a homerun...but apparently Tiger needs complete silence. I'm feeling slightly ridiculous at this point, but I continue my little trek around the golf course for another fifteen minutes or so before finding members of the team. The rest was pretty uneventful (thankfully!) until a golfer reprimanded me for driving the cart when he was about to swing (apparently that is distracting as well). It was one of those days you just kind of laugh off, because if you can't laugh at yourself...well, life is much harder.
Going to study my brains out and read "Golf for Dummies."
Rachel
