Monday, April 09, 2007

Jesus and the Green Jacket


Zach Johnson beat Tiger Woods to win The Masters yesterday. Nowadays it takes a lot going for you to beat Tiger Woods. One might say that it takes a miracle.

Zach Johnson may have received a miracle yesterday.

From Jesus.

On Easter.

You see, according to an interview on television, Johnson strongly implied that his golfing triumph over Tiger, like Jesus’ triumph over the grave, reflected attributes of God’s sovereign will.

I don’t have a transcript of the conversation but the way I remember it is this. A television personality interviewed Zach about how he stayed so calm during the wrenchingly stressful final holes of the tournament. Johnson replied by saying that he wasn’t exactly calm but he did know that he had some pretty special people there besides him the whole time. He went on to say that his faith is important to him and that doing so well on Easter makes it all the more special. It was Jesus who was there with him that day. Without Jesus, he couldn’t have accomplished what he had. He felt Jesus there besides him every step of the way.

Just like those footsteps on the beach. Except at Augusta National golf course. And with golf cleats.

It would be unfair to say that Johnson flatly said that Jesus should also put on the Green Jacket. But it was practically implied. (Shroud of Augusta?) After all, Johnson made his triumphant claims at a time when Tiger was only two strokes back with three holes left to play. Tiger has proven himself capable of extraordinary golf heroics before, and for Johnson to express such confidence with Tiger still on the course possibly reveals he had been touched by the gift of prophecy.

And here’s the thing: he was right. Tiger did not surge but, like Milton’s protagonist in Paradise Lost, he stayed put right where he was—despite his devilish best efforts.

It makes a person wonder. It makes the faithful smile and the sinners quake.

According to the book of Romans, “there is nothing in death or life, in the realm of spirits or superhuman powers, in the world as it is or the world as it shall be, in the forces of the universe, in heights or depths—nothing in all creation that can separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Unlike Superman’s X-ray vision, God’s love can penetrate even lead. It penetrates even Augusta National. Which is no mean feat. (If you don’t believe me, just ask the maverick women who have been trying to open up Augusta to females for decades. I suppose women can take comfort from the fact that if they ever could make it to the Masters clubhouse, Jesus will be there waiting for them.)

Has spiritual right been restored with Johnson’s triumph?

The PGA tour has a flourishing Christian ministry. There is a PGA Tour Bible Study Group (of which Zach Johnson is a regular), and then there is LINKS, an organization dedicated to promoting both God and golf. The PGA is not only extraordinarily white and preppy, it is also remarkably Christian. (PGA: Putting for Golf’s Atonement?)

And yet neither Phil Mickelson nor Tiger Woods, recent tour standouts, are noted for outspoken Christian beliefs.

How can this be?

My concern is not whether God cares about who wins the Masters. Of course He cares—or so my Calvinism would prompt me to believe. After all, the God who knows the number of hairs on our heads (an easier and easier task in my case) and who knows when a sparrow falls in the field and who knows the stars by name and who has written my days and even my thoughts in the book of life before the beginning of time—surely this God lets few details slip by Him, including The Masters.

No, the question that concerns me is why God allows pagans to triumph at all. Why did He make Tiger Woods the golfing machine that he is? Why do good golf victories happen to bad people? Or, at least, to the unfaithful?

The deeper issue is this: how does one know of the truth of one’s faith when faith is removed from evidence, or even when evidence seems to throw into question the justice of God?
What makes science an engine for progress is that it is falsifiable at least in principle. Scientific theories are proffered and evidence is marshaled for and against the theories. Sometimes it is difficult to know with confidence whether a given theory—say, heliocentrism, or quantum mechanics, or evolution or what have you—is reliable, but typically over time the bulk of evidence points to the rejection, modification, or embracing of the theory. Even when one cannot devise precise tests to falsify theories (such as with plate tectonics), one can examine which theory best fits the evidence.

But such is not the case in religion. Zach Johnson wins and his victory is proof of God’s faithfulness. But most of the time Zach Johnson does not win The Masters. So what do Johnson’s failures indicate about God’s love? Nothing. Or, more precisely, they indicate for the believer that God has a different will for Johnson than he has for himself. God is allowing adversity in Johnson’s life to purify and strengthen his faith.

Victory is proof for God. But failure is also proof for God. Having one’s prayers answered is proof of one’s faith. Having one’s prayers rejected is good for strengthening the faith. One is to thank God for our triumphs as well as our adversity; both speak to His glorious will.

This is curious. Imagine a person who adored her car. As proof she says that her car brought her to work today. Isn’t it wonderful? And as further proof she claimed that yesterday it failed to start. Isn’t that also wonderful? Would we not respond to this woman by saying that both pieces of contrary evidence cannot be used to draw the same conclusion?

I personally know several persons who have survived deadly plane crashes--three different crashes, in fact. In each case, the survivors returned home to be blanketed by believers who claimed that their survival is proof of God’s goodness, that God has clearly indicated that He has a special role for them in their lives.

Perhaps.

But what about those persons who lost their lives? Did God give up on them? Or did He have special plans for their lives as well? Or was that crash God’s plan for them from the beginning of time? When they boarded the aircraft the day of their deaths, did they see their life as finding its purpose in the destruction of the airplane? Did their lives feel complete as they were freefalling toward the earth? Were they praying for survival, or were they praying in gratitude that they had been given this special plan?

Evolution and science more generally suggest that the world is frighteningly indifferent to moral goodness. Why do bad things happen to good people? Why do good things happen to bad people? Why do good people with cancer get prayed over and yet die, while dreadful sinners with cancer curse at God and recover? Science would say it’s because the universe simply doesn’t care about moral victories. The universe has nothing to say about justice.

Now my Calvinist friends will respond that I’m looking at it all wrong. All of us are unworthy, all of us are sinners, all of us are naturally dead to our transgressions. All of us deserve Hell. Anything better than Hell is a gift from God to be cherished because it is an act of mercy.

Perhaps.

But who really feels this way? Who really believes that on account of their being born—a feat they can take little credit for—they justly deserve eternal damnation? Imagine seeing a little baby in her crib. Now imagine that every few minutes a drop of water from a corroded pipe falls and splats her on the face, waking her up and causing her to cry.

A little drop of water. Not the end of the world. But who among us would be so heartless as to not help the baby?

But why should we act to help the baby? It’s not clear how justice enters the picture. Certainly I have not harmed the baby. It’s not my fault that the pipe is leaking. And certainly that baby has done nothing for me. I owe her nothing. So does justice require that I help the baby? Justice in this case dictates nothing. And moreover, the baby should be grateful to be splat on the face with water. After all, she deserves to go to Hell, and a little drip of water is better than that.

Perhaps we all deserve to go to Hell, but very few of us feels this way about ourselves, and very few of us—thank God—behave that way toward others. Most of us would help the baby, and if we didn’t wouldn’t we be jerks if not moral monsters?

Surely we are not kinder and more loving than God. So what does it mean that we feel obligated to help the baby when what drives us, grotesque sinners that we are, is not justice but compassion? And what does our own imperfect but very real power to love those who do not deserve it imply about the goodness (and ultimately the worthiness) of a God who, from a Calvinist perspective, can save Whomever He wants but chooses not to do so for the sake of justice?






5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well put.

I find this thanking of Jesus business in really bad taste. Why not just thank the other players for playing badly. Does Barry Bonds thank his pharmacist after ball games? If God really is helping you why don't you just keep it your little secret Zach, like performance enhancing drugs.

Prayer is kind of a strange notion don't you think? God in his omnipotence, the prayerful seem to believe, only helps those who whine the loudest. A very odd God indeed. If these guys actually believed what they say they believe they'd be praying not putting during the practice rounds.

God save us from the American Taliban.

Mike Bailey said...

"Does Barry Bonds thank his pharmacist after ball games?"

That made me laugh.

Out loud.

Thanks for that.

jonbon said...

Off the topic a bit, but tangentially related. One could claim that perhaps Zach Johnson didn't necessarily "win". The Masters is Tiger's tournament and it was going into it. No matter who "won", isn't it really just the case that Tiger lost.

Technoprairie said...

Just a couple of comments from my perspective.

Why do the bad triumph? I don't understand it but it isn't anything new. Just look at all the Psalms where David asks why the wicked have the easy life and the righteous have a hard life. This question has hounded mankind since the beginning.

I think it is a matter of perspective. We can't see all the pieces of this giant puzzle of life. We can only follow our own story. So we can't see the master plan behind a plane crash. I think when we get to heaven (and if we are still interested in our old life), we'll be able to see the whole picture and will say, "ah, that is why that happened".

However if you believe that the Bible is the true word of God, then you do know that God is sovereign over everything. And that has to be enough for us right now.

We want all the answers to why things happen and it doesn't feel "right" that we don't get them. But we don't. Fact of life.

I remember reading about some missionaries that were forced out of a country in Africa. About 20 years later, they were allowed back in. The church had grown enormously because the Christians there had had to rely on themselves (not missionaries from other countries) and on God. So it looked bad for 20 years that the missionaries couldn't get in, but in the end, it was the best thing for the church in that country.

Mike Bailey said...

Your response is exactly correct from the Reformed perspective and was presented very nicely.

I will say that my "why do pagans triumph" comment was just a little tongue-in-cheek, even if it is the question that prompted the magnificent Augustine to write the magnificent City of God.

His answer btw was pretty much what you said, but it took him some nine hundred pages to say it. Ah, how I remember graduate school with fondness.