{"id":2153,"date":"2020-10-01T18:55:37","date_gmt":"2020-10-01T18:55:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.risen.org.uk\/?p=2153"},"modified":"2021-01-21T10:16:04","modified_gmt":"2021-01-21T10:16:04","slug":"blog-october-1st-bryson-dechambeau-part-two","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/risen.org.uk\/?p=2153","title":{"rendered":"Blog October 1st  \u201cBryson DeChambeau Part Two\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2154\" src=\"http:\/\/www.risen.org.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/Bryson-2-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/risen.org.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/Bryson-2-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/risen.org.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/Bryson-2-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/risen.org.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/Bryson-2-1536x1024.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/risen.org.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/Bryson-2-624x416.jpg 624w, https:\/\/risen.org.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/Bryson-2.jpg 1800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-2153-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.risen.org.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/10-Put-Your-Hand-in-the-Hand-of-God-1.m4a?_=1\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.risen.org.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/10-Put-Your-Hand-in-the-Hand-of-God-1.m4a\">http:\/\/www.risen.org.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/10-Put-Your-Hand-in-the-Hand-of-God-1.m4a<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>Put Your Hand In The Hand Of God featuring Lucy Stimpson-Maynard from the album &#8220;Precious&#8221; recorded and produced by Ross Gill<\/p>\n<p>Last week I shared a little of Bryson DeChambeau, the 27 year old American who recently won the US Open Golf Championship. The information I gave was probably only interesting to a golf enthusiast (like me) but it was only meant as a prelude to the fact that Bryson is a Christian and that I wanted to share his testimony with you. So here it is:<br \/>\nFor much of my life, I was a churchgoer\u2014not a steady one, but enough to tell people I went. But when I left my California home to play college golf at Southern Methodist University, I found myself surrounded with some people who had important things to say to me. I\u2019d heard some of these before from my coach back home, Mike Schy, but I\u2019d never paid serious attention.<br \/>\nIn the weeks leading up to the 2014 Western Amateur, and while I was there, I found myself reading a book that one of those influential people had recommended. It was called The Handbook of Athletic Perfection, by Wes Neal, and what it talked about all the way through was how to play sports like Jesus would play sports. It captured the dynamic between being ultra-competitive and being as gracious and kind as possible, and it resonated with me.<br \/>\nWhen I got to the tournament, I said to myself, \u201cOK, I\u2019m going to give my life to Christ and try to act like him in every single situation and do my best for him in every single situation, whatever comes about. If it\u2019s a bad situation, I\u2019ll look at it as an opportunity for me to show my patience, my resilience, my grace. Or if I do something great, I\u2019m still going to be patient and graceful and kind and respectful to others.\u201d<br \/>\nI said that to myself, but here\u2019s the truth: I expected things to go my way.<br \/>\nWhat I did not expect were three amazing miracles.<br \/>\nFirst, I had never been able to eat breakfast on the mornings of a tournament. But that first morning of the tournament, I went and decided to try to have breakfast again. All of a sudden, I could eat, and a full breakfast, too! I said, \u201cWhat? I can eat? This is crazy!\u201d I don\u2019t know the reason that God allowed me to eat that day\u2014and every day since\u2014but it is a huge part of my being properly nourished for the day.<br \/>\nSecond, I had always been super nervous playing big tournaments. When I showed up at the first tee, there were the usual spectators around watching, but all of a sudden it wasn\u2019t about the audience. It was about me doing it for God, doing it as a servant, and trying to hit every shot with as much dedication as possible and with as much grace as possible, knowing that whatever happens happens for a reason. It\u2019s always an opportunity to point others to Christ.<br \/>\nThird, I had never been good with my emotions on the course, and this came out in the way I talked. I would get angry and cuss. But now my emotions were held in check. They were the correct emotions, the emotions that Christ would employ. Sure, I hit bad shots, but now I was gracious and kind and never said anything. I stopped cussing.<br \/>\nThose three miracles represented a huge change in my life. But there was still a big tournament to be played, with the best amateur competition in the world.<br \/>\nThe Western Am was played at Beverly Country Club in Chicago that year, and as always the match play was preceded by four rounds of stroke play. I played well, finishing runner-up to the medalist. More than that, in the fourth round I struggled on the front nine, shooting three over par. But for the first time I realized it wasn\u2019t the end of the world. I stayed gracious, and I shot four under on the back nine. I\u2019m not saying God allowed that to happen because I was gracious, but I am saying that the steady emotions and the constant focus set me up to do my best.<br \/>\nWhen we moved to the match play rounds, my first match was against a fellow Californian, Xander Schaufelle. I followed the same plan: be gracious, be kind, be caring. But when we came to the eighteenth hole and I was one down, I didn\u2019t understand it. I thought I would be winning, that I was supposed to win. I thought all this change in me was about ultimately winning the event.<br \/>\nWe both hit our drives on the par-5 into the right rough. My next shot, though, was one of the worst shots I could possibly have hit. It was a pull chunk that went about 70 yards into the left rough. Walking to that ball, I kept telling myself, \u201cI\u2019m done.\u201d I had conceded the match in my mind. But then it hit me: That\u2019s not the way Christ would act. That\u2019s not what he would do. He\u2019d try and do his best on this shot. So I reamped and said, \u201cLook, you\u2019re going to do your absolute best.\u201d<br \/>\nI measured out the shot in my mind. It was 200 yards under some trees, over a bunker, and running up to a very difficult green. But I did it. I pulled off the shot. It bounced onto the green, nearly hit the flag, and rolled off the back of the green, about 40 feet from the hole.<br \/>\nAll the while Xander was doing what he needed to do. He laid up to the middle of the fairway, then hit a shot from about 150 yards to 30 feet.<br \/>\nI knew I really had only one chance. I had to chip it in. But for the first time all week, I was extremely nervous. I was walking around and couldn\u2019t hit the shot for maybe two minutes. My caddie finally said, \u201cHey, dude, you\u2019ve got to hit the shot. I got over it, still extremely nervous, heart pounding, and hit the shot. It bounced once on the fringe, once on the green, rolled, hit the cup, and went in the hole! I high-fived everybody. I was super excited and jumping in the air. I thought, Cool! This is how I\u2019m going to win. He\u2019s going to miss the putt, we\u2019re going to a playoff, and I\u2019m going to win it.<br \/>\nWhen Xander hit his putt, it looked like it was going six feet by. But it hit the back of the cup, bounced up, and fell in. I lose.<br \/>\nI did all the right things, then. I had my hat off and gave him a hug and shook his hand and was very gracious. I went over and thanked the tournament director and was gracious and appreciative even though I had lost.<br \/>\nBut when I went to lunch, I became bitter. I couldn\u2019t understand why it had all happened this way.<br \/>\nTo get myself out of my funk, I decided to walk out and hit some chip shots. On my way over, I called Mike, my coach back home. Immediately, when he answered the phone, boom, the Holy Spirit hit me. I finally understood what it meant to be playing golf and why I was here. It wasn\u2019t to play golf to win tournaments, or to be in these cool situations where I chip in to win or do something crazy. It was for the exact opposite reason. It was about the character I had employed in that particular situation. It wasn\u2019t about me winning a trophy, it was about me winning in regards to God\u2019s favour and how he would work things out. I did not win that tournament, but I sure as heck won that day.<br \/>\nThere was a time in my life, before that tournament, when I was severely depressed, because golf was consuming my life. Now I had complete freedom. It was by far the best moment in my life, better than winning the U.S. Am, better than winning the NCAAs, anything.<br \/>\nThere\u2019s nothing that compares to the feeling that the Holy Spirit gave me that day. I\u2019ve never experienced it since; I don\u2019t think I ever will until I go to heaven. But I\u2019m telling you, there was something that happened, something that I can\u2019t explain, something that I hope everybody can experience one day, because no other feeling compares. That was the change that allowed me to start understanding God\u2019s love for me and Jesus\u2019 love for me as well, and what he truly did by coming down here and saving all of us.<br \/>\nWow ! That\u2019s me saying \u201cWow\u201d not Bryson!<br \/>\nQuote of the week<br \/>\nFail early, fail often \u2013 and always fail forward<br \/>\nJohn Maxwell<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Put Your Hand In The Hand Of God featuring Lucy Stimpson-Maynard from the album &#8220;Precious&#8221; recorded and produced by Ross Gill Last week I shared a little of Bryson DeChambeau, the 27 year old American who recently won the US Open Golf Championship. 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