Finally, he did it! After years of trying, Rory McIlroy won the Masters. After 16 failed attempts he finally triumphed at Augusta.
In so doing, he became one of only six golfers to have ever won all four majors. What an incredible achievement for the boy from Hollywood (not that one - the other one!).
There was one wonderful moment in the immediate eruption of emotion that followed Rory’s triumph that struck me. As he walked from the final green to the clubhouse, walking past thousands of adoring fans all cheering his name, the first person who met him was his good friend Shane Lowry. Lowry couldn’t contain his happiness - he gave his friend the biggest of bearhugs. It was a heart warming scene, particularly when you consider that Lowry too was a player who began the week with his own aspirations and dreams of putting on the Green Jacket. I couldn’t help but deeply admire this man who genuinely delighted, to his expense, in his friend’s moment of glory.
Prioritising the gospel in our wills
I have a friend who pastored in the North West coast of the United States for many years called Randall. …