I've been hiding this in the closet for 4 days now.
I was corresponding with a good friend about some random stuff, and I felt overwhelmed with conviction that I had to tell someone. He's the kind of friend I knew I could tell. And I know you're the kind of readers that I can confide in. So it's time to come clean with a confession.
Here's my best attempt at laying out the events of Sunday...
I was wiped out after leading worship at the Easter services at Cornerstone. You know how it is when you're tired and you let your guard down right? We've all been there.
I was innocently flipping through the television channels when I stopped at a channel I knew I had no business watching. I should've had this channel banned from my cable plan, but there's no way I could've. It was a major network.
Anyway, I stopped on CBS...
It's hard to get this out in the open, I just don't know how to say it.
Here it is: I knowingly, voluntarily, purposefully watched over 30 minutes of golf- The Masters.
I must admit, I don't know how it happened or why it happened. It just did. And here's the sad part- I enjoyed it.
I'm sorry for those of you I've let down. I can only hope that this will not become a habit, but I'm afraid the older I get, the more I will be tempted and lured into this vice.
I'm not sure what's next... NASCAR? Bowling? Country music?