A Boring Life?

Ben sat in a village clubhouse which was nestled along the slope of Mt. Makiling eating lunch. It was another slow Saturday afternoon with nothing much to do. He thought he should enjoy his golf membership privileges and while away the afternoons in the golf greens. He had no night life because he did not drink nor smoke nor womanized. He had chosen to keep himself weekends and night life relatively free so that when the call to serve he was available.

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