Callaway Golf Quotes

It took me 17 years to get 3000 hits in baseball. I did it in one afternoon on the golf course.” —HANK AARON

Scottish writer George MacDonald once said, “No man ever sank under the burden of the day. It is when tomorrow’s burden is added to the burden of today that the weight is more than a man can bear. Never load yourself so.

Princess Anne of England is not a golfer. She once said, “Golf seems to me an arduous way to go for a walk. I prefer to take the dogs out.” I understand completely. Sometimes golf irritates me, too. Sometimes it’s like driving a unicycle through a car wash. Who needs this much punishment? But, even so, I keep going back to it, perhaps more than I should. The sign on my office door says it all: This is the office of an avid golfer. If it’s a beautiful day, chances are I called in sick.

Hope opens doors that despair has slammed shut. Hope looks for the good instead of harping on the worst. Hope turns problems into opportunities and fear into faith. Is such hope a pie-in-the-sky illusion? Does it make Christians complacent, content to leave the world as it is? Maybe so for some people, but knowing our future is secure should free us to make a difference in the lives of those around us.

Golf is boring, he thinks. It discourages him. The boy would rather eat cabbage ice cream. “We’ll throw in your brother’s clubs,” I told him, “but you don’t have to golf. You can drive the cart and laugh at my shots.” He seemed okay with that. After all, a trip with dad spells restaurants and hotels and waterslides to a boy his age. He can tolerate a game of golf for such rewards. Upon arriving, we were introduced to the other members of our foursome, Jim and Neil, two of the kindest guys I’ve ever met. When they discovered Jeffrey’s intentions, they were disappointed. “Golf with us,” pleaded Jim, bowing on one knee and extending a hand, “we need you.” “I’ll buy you a pop and hamburger for lunch,” promised Neil. Perhaps it was the hamburger that beckoned louder than the golf course, but soon Jeffrey found himself on the first tee, addressing the ball and surprising us all with a straight shot about 100 yards down the fairway. “Tiger!” said Jim. “You swing just like Tiger Woods!” Jeffrey was grinning. The tournament was a best ball format. From the first tee, my ball sailed 200 yards but found a bunker. Jim and Neil were less fortunate. So guess whose ball we used? You’re right. It was “Tiger’s.

May the stillness of a golf course remind us that often it takes less courage to stand up and speak than to sit down and listen.