I've heard (and given) the argument before - "He is a public figure." Yes, he is. And a public hero, of sorts, a black man that is successful across all the boundaries of society, one of the few public figures to break through that ever-shifting boundary. He's always been a good guy, a family man, a devoted son. All good things, in the public eye.
I am fascinated to see how quickly magazines, TV shows, newspapers, online blogs and the like have jumped on the 'torch Tiger' bandwagon. Suddenly a hero is a demon, and it is with palpable glee that society rips him apart.
I admit, when I heard a joke the other day about how Tiger can drive a golf ball and not a car, I sniggered. And my initial reaction when I saw a picture of Tiger all banged up and his wife holding a golf club, I sniggered again. But, I've been thinking about that. If it was a picture of a woman banged up, and a man holding the club that did it - well, it wouldn't have been funny. And so I take back that snigger.
It comes down to a very simple concept, in the end: Consumer's consume. Our taste for more brought us to the brink of another Great Depression, it has stolen our freedom and good sense. A bigger house, a bigger car, a bigger Christmas, more famous athletes, people who are famous for being famous, movie stars with more clothes off, public officials that barter away our future in exchange for popularity and/or money, more security at the cost of more freedoms, more, more, more, more, more. And when the more runs out, we consume the people too. Their good names, their pictures, their privacy, their relationships, their peace of mind. Whatever it takes to fill up our own emptiness. Because we'll never be full when we're consuming these things. We'll always be hungry.
So, I'm not going to read anymore stories about Tiger Woods and his troubles. I'm going to leave him alone, even if no one else does. I'm going to let him go behind his closed door and recover. And I'm going to change my focus.
Let this be my Christmas message to myself: Christmas isn't about consuming, or things, or toys I can't afford. It's not about being sad for all the things my children want and can't have, or feeling sorry for myself. It's not about wishing the IRS would send us our check already, or wishing I could buy a plane ticket for my brother-in-law Scott. It's about right now, right here, with my children and husband and being so richly blessed with life. It's about having those precious things and letting that be enough.
And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst. - John 6:35