I watched the final round of The Masters golf tournament this afternoon. I saw spectators jumping up and cheering when a long putt went in. Such delight! Also vivid was the drooping head of a player who had just hit his ball into the water. And at the end, as the winner Patrick Reed walked from the 18th green to the scorers tent, there was Rickie Fowler, the second-place finisher, hugging Patrick and giving him such a sincere smile.
All of these were fine human moments.
Then the TV feed switched to TSN’s sports news show – Sportcentre. There was a view of flowers on the steps of the hockey arena in Humboldt, Saskatchewan. On Friday evening, the bus carrying the Humboldt Broncos junior hockey team collided with a semi-trailer. Fifteen people died, most of them players ages 16-21. As people spoke onscreen, I felt immensely sad. All those lives gone, along with their future dreams, accomplishments and loves.
It was time to show photos of each victim, along with a few details about them. A woman read the words as the pictures went by. She kept clearing her throat, catching her breath, and finally she could speak no more. Just the photo of a young man … and silence. I think tears were flowing on the other side of the TV.
More fine human moments.
As if I needed to be reminded of the contrast between the human spirit and the so-so of daily life, it was time for a commercial break. Obviously I needed a certain brand of hamburger. Plus who knew that a new vacuum could bring a woman such joy?
Flatness in a world of dimension.
It’s clear to me that the heart needs to be involved in huge expanses of my day. Otherwise, where is the joy and sorrow? Where is the depth? Where is the awe?