Just watched Tiger Woods statement to the world about his current situation. In one part of his talk he says he had practiced Buddhism, but recently had moved away from his spirituality. He had moved away from what had grounded him. I know nothing about Buddhism (except that it teaches self-denial), but it seems to me that for Tiger it must have focused him in some way. I know my Catholicism does. My faith does. I don’t know where I’d be without it. Every life has its ups and downs. The ups are easy to handle it’s the downs that test you. You simply cannot do it without your faith. You will start to slowly crumble – piece by piece. I have seen it happen time and time again. The hardships become too much. You give in . You give up. You lose sight of the good.
From Max Lucado’s book “He Still Moves Stones” :
“An example of faith was found on the wall of a concentration camp. On it a prisoner had carved the words:
I believe in the sun, even though it doesn’t shine,
I believe in love even when it isn’t shown,
I believe in God, even when He doesn’t speak.
I try to imagine the person who etched those words. I try to envision his skeletal hand gripping the broken glass or stone that cut into the wall. I try to imagine his eyes squinting through the darkness as he carved each letter. What hand could have cut such a conviction? What eyes could have seen good in such horror? There is only one answer: Eyes that chose to see the unseen.”
