The time of my departure has come. -- 2 Timothy 4:6b

My dad holed the second ace of his half-century golf career on November 10, 1998. He became a low single digit handicapper not too long after picking up the game as an Army drill sergeant at New Jersey's Fort Dix just after World War II. Knowing perfectionist Ben Hogan had only one ace in his entire competitive career, a hole-in-one requires good providence -- luck in the secular mind. But as my dad always counseled me about every sport, "The harder you work, the luckier you get." Of course, I recall the apocryphal account of Moses playing with our Lord. Moses steps up to the first tee, blasts his drive right down the middle about 380 yards, and the ball rolls to the apron of the green. Our Lord steps up to the first tee, hits a worm-bur…