Someone is watching.

"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 Tabernacle.

Giving thanks after a TD
Ballplayers tend to thank a supreme being after everything they do, including a scoring a touchdown.
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?

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 been watching.

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.

Tiger Woods
Someone is watching
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?"

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!

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