"You Gotta Be Kidding!"
by Mickey Charles, CEO Sports Network
Everyone has a twinge of religion at one time or another in their
lives...usually, when they are in need or want to play it safe and thank
someone, anyone, that unseen deity that just might be up there. What the heck,
nothing to lose and much to gain. We are forever searching. And, the world
continues to wait for a sign, any sign, that their beliefs have substance to
them. They are slow in coming.
There is, of course, the Shroud of Turin with the image of Jesus Christ, so it
says and appears, within the shroud that He apparently was wrapped in when He
was laid to rest in the tomb. Forgetting the controversy over it for the
moment, it will go on public exhibit April 10 - May 23, 2010 and more
than a million people requested tickets on the first day they were offered.
While you walk the planet, you want to be sure.
What is the worst that can happen to you in Lourdes, France? You will get wet.
In 1858, a young peasant girl, Bernadette Soubirous, claimed to have been shown
the healing springs of the Grotte de Massabielle by the Virgin Mary, who
visited her on 18 occasions between February 11th and July 16th. That was good
enough for the peasant village and local church.
Then there are, of course, the Ark of the Covenant, Holy Grail, Visions of
Ezekiel, and Stonehenge, King Solomon's temple and mines, not to mention the
When you want to believe in something, anything at all, how much does it take
to immortalize a divine being, exalt and glorify Him and then pay homage by
thanking Him, or Her, for your latest accomplishment, cure, finding a lost
item, selling a home, having a baby after years of trying or, in our world,
that touchdown or walk off home run?
Ballplayers tend to thank a supreme being after everything they do, including a scoring a touchdown.
Nothing to lose and lots to gain.
But, maybe someone is watching. One of my daughters glanced up at the sky
recently wondering how she would get past the recent news of one of her
daughters being diagnosed with Juvenile Diabetes. As is the usual case among
our family, cameras are never very far away from any of us. As she was sorting
out all of her potential next steps, from doctors to see to administering the
required insulin shots to a 10-year old amid the instant changes taking place
in their lives, she glanced up and, as you can see, someone appears to have
Is someone really up there? Is that someone watching over all of us, guiding
all in one way or the other, leaving the rest to our devices? Was the football
guided into the receiver's hands, the ball pushed over the left field wall, the
miraculous save in front of the goal crafted by another? Sorry, but you cannot
bring yourself, realistically, to the point of believing that. None of those
come under the heading of the sought after "miracles" grouping developed over
the years to sustain the belief that recovery from the consequences of any
major mishap, medical or otherwise, is attributable to a miracle of some sort
separate and apart from all the other places where miracles are noticeably
absent but much in need.
However, is someone really up there, looking more and more like She than He,
looking down through those Foster Grant glasses over a knowing smile that
evinces a "don't worry, everything will be alright" message. The photo is
untouched; it is once in a lifetime, so far. If she sees it again, it is
likely that the spot where my daughter stood, where she walks many time each
week, will become an instant shrine. Maybe. But, the fact of the matter is
that this is what she witnessed, what she quickly photographed. A moment in
time and twist of nature crafting the sky, moving clouds and shadows, looking
down, clearly, upon her.
Someone just might be up there. As my mother used to say, "If it is so good
there, how come no one writes to tell us to hurry and get there?"
Someone is watching
Everyone needs to believe, to believe in something, athletes, mothers, fathers,
children, congregants for sure, visitors to Lourdes, ticket holders for the
Shroud. The world seizes upon, and clings to, anything that will lend
supportive credence to their success, recoveries, and accomplishments. Does
that now include my daughter? Not sure, I did not ask. She simply expressed
disbelief in what she saw and captured with her camera. Is her daughter doing
fine? Yes. Recovered? No. Handling the situation? Admirably.
Since we do not really know, we hedge our bets, no pun intended. Better to be
safe than sorry. No one really knows so we take a few moments to praise, thank
and move on, dismissing the unwanted as "one of those things" or "His way.
There must be reasoning we do not understand."
But when it goes well, Hallelujah!
Maybe, just maybe, someone is watching. And, if She is, then She wanted the
moment, the split second, caught on camera for my daughter to see, pass to me
and then, from me, to all of you.
Am I going to question it?
You gotta be kidding!