Once again, the obituary read, “She was an avid golfer….” Down here in golf country, that’s not surprising – most people move here from other parts of the country for the golf, when they retire.

But it’s sad, too, that a life that has ended, a soul sent on its way to God for the Final Judgment, should be celebrated and remembered for something so superficial as chasing a little ball around and trying to hit it into a little hole in the ground.

When I die, I want my obituary to read of my conversion, my love of God and His Church, my eagerness to share the Faith… I don’t know that it would, since my survivors are hardly likely themselves to care about such things. But it’s what I aspire to.

How should we live, in order to merit a more substantial memorial than “she was an avid golfer”?