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Triumph!: Powerful Stories of Athletes of Faith
Triumph!: Powerful Stories of Athletes of Faith
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Winning really does matter—when you’re describing the game of life. Here are more than 100 compelling stories of athletes and their faith walk. New from Pat Williams, vice president of the NBA’s Orlando Magic and author of more than 70 books, Triumph! Powerful Stories of Athletes of Faith provides short, easy-to-read entries on baseball, basketball, football, and other players, some you already know and others worth knowing. Featuring names like Kurt Warner, Mickey Mantle, Tony Dungy, David Robinson, Andy Pettitte, and many more, Triumph! describes the Trusting, Rejoicing, Inspiring, Understanding, Meditating, Praising, and Honoring aspects of truly victorious athletes.   
 
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Triumph!: Powerful Stories of Athletes of Faith
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Pat Williams

Pat Williams is the senior vice president of the NBA's Orlando Magic as well as one of America's top motivational, inspirational, and humorous speakers. Since 1968, Pat has been affiliated with NBA teams in Chicago, Atlanta, Philadelphia, including the 1983 World Champion 76ers, and now the Orlando Magic which he co-founded in 1987 and helped lead to the NBA finals in 1995. Pat and his wife, Ruth, are the parents of nineteen children, including fourteen adopted from four nations, ranging in age from eighteen to thirty-two. Pat and his family have been featured in Sports Illustrated, Readers Digest, Good Housekeeping, Family Circle, The Wall Street Journal, Focus on the Family, New Man Magazine, plus all major television networks.

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    INTRODUCTION

    The late sportswriter Grantland Rice wrote, ‘It doesn’t matter whether you win or lose, it’s how you play the game,’ was first said by someone who lost.

    I have been involved (more correctly, deeply immersed) in sports for the majority of my seventy-four years. I have spent fifty-two of those years in professional sports (baseball and basketball) as a player, general manager, and senior vice president. As a noncasual observer, I emphatically submit that in the sports world, winning really, really matters.

    What matters most to you and me, however, is how we as individuals play and win in life. It is tempting to say "in the game of life," but life is not a game. It is a serious business.

    The book you are about to read, Triumph! Powerful Stories of Athletes of Faith, contains dozens of stories submitted by athletes, coaches, and sports observers who have experienced ultimate victory as a result of their faith in God. With a winning theme in mind, my coeditor, Ken Hussar, and I have organized these inspiring submissions using the acronym TRIUMPH: Trusting, Rejoicing, Inspiring, Understanding, Meditating, Praising, Honoring.

    May these stories bless your soul, bolster your faith, and motivate you to boldly and victoriously serve our omnipotent God.

    PAT WILLIAMS

    SENIOR VICE PRESIDENT, ORLANDO MAGIC

    MARCH 2014

    TRUSTING

    1. Winning Ways

    Uzziah sought God during the days of Zechariah, who taught him to fear God. And as long as the king sought guidance from the LORD, God gave him success.

    2 CHRONICLES 26:5 NLT

    Ever since I’ve been in a leadership position, my focus has been the model of Christ as the Servant-Leader. There are different ways to lead, but I’ve always felt it is better if people follow me because they want to follow, not because they have to. To lead like that, you have to earn people’s trust and respect. The way to do that is to show them you are there to help them.

    As a coach it was my job not necessarily just to win championships, but to help all players, everyone in the organization, to do their jobs as well as they could. I really tried to, number one, be a role model and, number two, serve my team spiritually. I wanted to teach the players as much as I could about football and how to be better players, but I also wanted to help them be better people, to do well in the community, and to do well after football. I wanted them to know that they are, first and always, servants of others.

    I hope my players saw consistency in my life no matter what happened…good or bad, up or down. I hope they saw someone who tried to live his Christianity every day.

    With anything that comes across my desk, if I pray about it and ask the Lord’s direction, He’s going to work those situations for His glory. It will be for the best and it will succeed—maybe not the success the world will see, but success in His eyes.

    Remember, you don’t have to do everything the way the world says. You don’t have to buy into the belief structure that is popular right now. You need to be your own person. Young people are so tempted to follow the crowd, but standing firm in what you believe gives you significance. I believe the true path to significance is helping people and doing things that benefit others and not just yourself. Sure, I’m happy that I had the honor of winning the Super Bowl as a coach, but I’m happier that I helped fifty-three guys win the championship.

    Sometimes along the way, we encounter roadblocks. During our Super Bowl season, we lost to Jacksonville 44–17—one of our worst losses since I became coach at Indianapolis. Fans were saying, The Colts are falling apart, but we dug in as a team and figured out what happened and learned from it. The end of the story is that we went on to win the Super Bowl that year. You usually learn as much or more from a loss than you do from a win. In life, you have the chance to learn from any negative situation, be it an illness, the loss of a job, or whatever comes your way.

    You’re never going to get anywhere in sports or in life until you become convinced of the truth of the gospel of Jesus Christ.

    Oh sure, you may become a professional athlete and have nice cars, houses, and a lot of money, but what you will find is that all that stuff goes away pretty quickly. You have to understand that Christ died for your sins, and that He died not just to be your Savior, but so that He could be the center of your life. And if you understand that, then you have to be committed to it. You have to be sold out to it—regardless of the role God wants you to play.

    Being sold out to Jesus means you must be steadfast…and a little stubborn. First Corinthians 15:58 says, Stand firm. Let nothing move you, and that’s even when it’s not popular.

    I know I’ve lost some jobs because the owners who interviewed me asked me, Is getting to the Super Bowl the most important thing in your life? Can I count on you to be there twenty-four hours a day and be available around the clock to do whatever it takes to win a Super Bowl? And my response was, No, you can’t. Because if that’s what it takes to have this job, then I don’t want it.

    The stands God calls you to take may not be popular. They may not always get you ahead. But you have to stand firm in your convictions, because being steadfast and handling adversity well is what a winner does.

    It all starts with the gospel of Jesus Christ. It starts with asking Jesus to be your Savior and then living for Him no matter what.

    TONY DUNGY

    2. Heaven Is Already Mine

    Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God.

    JOHN 1:12

    As far back as I can remember, I had one dream in life: to become a pro athlete. I grew up in the old steel mill town of Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, where I competed in basketball, baseball, football, and track at Liberty High School. I attended Temple University in Philadelphia, where my dream of being a professional athlete was narrowed to football.

    In 1981 I signed my first pro football contract. I could bench press more than five hundred pounds, drove a nice car, and had attended a university. However, there was still something missing in my life. I was from a wonderful home and had been brought up going to church, but if someone were to ask me if I was going to go to heaven when I died, I would reply, I don’t know. I hope so. When I thought about eternity, I was very insecure. I honestly had no idea where I would end up when I took my last breath.

    Most people hope they have done enough good things to outweigh the bad things they have done. This is how I thought and lived my life for twenty-five years. But I never knew if the good things I did would take care of all the bad things I had done the night before.

    That all changed on April 30, 1983, just before a game in Tampa, Florida. I was in my third year of professional football, and I took part in what had become somewhat of a pregame ritual for me. I went to church—also known as pregame chapel. That day I sat in a hotel room with twenty other players and coaches.

    I had done this plenty of times before. But it was different this time. A man called Doc came to speak to us, and his message was one I had never heard before. He called it The Difference between Religion and Biblical Christianity. He said that religion was man’s greatest effort to reach God and that it was all about doing. Biblical Christianity, on the other hand, was done.

    He said that biblical Christianity was not about attending a certain church or about how many good things you had done in a lifetime. Biblical Christianity is about a real person named Jesus Christ—about who He is and what He did. Jesus, God’s Son, had left heaven and come down to earth, where He lived a sinless life for thirty-three years. He never so much as disobeyed His parents or had a bad thought. At the end of His life on earth, Jesus said, No one takes my life. I lay it down. Jesus Christ paid the price for all humanity by dying on the cross of Calvary, and three days later He showed Himself to be God by rising from the dead. Jesus’ last words on the cross were, It is finished. He had done something that humanity could not do for itself. He paid for our sins with His precious blood.

    I knew the Good Friday and Easter story. However, that day Doc shared a Bible verse I had never heard before: John 1:12, which says, Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God. He said that means that a person has to individually and by faith receive what Jesus did for him/her on the cross two thousand years ago.

    Receive means to appropriate, to take to one’s self and call one’s own at a specific time. That day, by the grace of God, was my day, and by faith I put my trust in what Jesus Christ did for me on the cross of Calvary. Now I know that I am going to heaven when I die, not because of what I have done or what I haven’t done, but because of what Jesus did for me.

    My faith in Jesus motivates me to live for Him and to tell others about Him—not because I am trying to work my way to heaven but because heaven is already mine.

    RICH GARZA

    3. It Was His Doin’

    The LORD has done this, and it is marvelous in our eyes.

    PSALM 118:23

    When I was a boy growing up in a two-sawmill central Alabama town, the ladies would say, Wayne, you are going to be a preacher like your daddy.

    Daddy was a street preacher, tent revivalist, radio preacher, and bivocational pastor-evangelist. At seven I would ride with him on Saturdays in our 1945 Chevrolet with two loud speakers atop to six small towns. He would play a gospel song, preach for fifteen minutes, and give those who came to town the opportunity to receive Jesus as Lord and Savior. Then we would move on to the next town.

    I was proud of my daddy and loved going with him. I was raised on evangelism. Playing football, baseball, and basketball captivated my interests also. Evangelism and sports were my two loves.

    It was beyond comprehension that my journey in life would lead to four highly privileged careers across America, and that it would take my family and me to Kansas City, Indianapolis, Richmond, Tuscaloosa, Colorado Springs, and Charlotte.

    Being small in stature, my dream of playing football for the University of Alabama never came true. Instead, I decided to attend Samford University, a Baptist college in Birmingham, confident that God would reveal to me His plan for me to be a minister. As a student sports information director, my writing and public relations skills were my ticket through college. Our football coach was thirty-five-year-old Bobby Bowden, who would go on to become one of the nation’s finest.

    Although I was passionately committed to walk with God, I never felt God’s call to preach.

    After graduation my path led me to the University of Alabama, where I worked as a graduate assistant in sports information. The football coach, Paul Bear Bryant, was already legendary, as was the quarterback, Joe Namath. The Crimson Tide won the national championship both of my years (1964 and 1965) there. As a boy who had just left the sawmill town, I was awestruck. But this was the Lord’s doin’.

    My favorite Bible passage back then was Proverbs 3:5–6: Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him and he will make your paths straight.

    It was during my time at Alabama that the college campus captured my fondest interests for a vocation in athletics. I also was introduced to the Fellowship of Christian Athletes (FCA), an organization just ten years old at the time.

    At my first FCA camp, in 1964, I found the guys I’d been searching for, those whose interests were Christ and athletics. One year out of graduate school, I was asked to join the national staff of FCA in Kansas City. The twelve-hour drive in my brand-new 1967 Ford led to a highlight reel life beyond my wildest dreams.

    Over the next twelve years, my life was a divine major league experience of serving the Lord from coast to coast, working with high school, college, and professional athletes and coaches in FCA camps and Weekend of Champions, and facilitating seven Final Four FCA coaches’ breakfasts. All that while heading up the national high school and college programs.

    I was humbled to be one of a dozen staff members to see this ministry launch. Over the past fifty-five-plus years, it has had a mighty impact for Christ, with hundreds serving on staff and millions reached with the gospel.

    For one who is still easily impressed with people, places, and things, it was exciting to me to be closely associated with men like Tom Landry, John Wooden, Tom Osborne, Dean Smith, Roger Staubach, Carl Erskine, Bob Pettit, Ray Berry, Archie Griffin, and dozens more elite people in athletics.

    When God directs, you must be ready for the next assignment. Seventeen years after departing from Alabama, I returned to my dream job in athletics as the University of Alabama’s sports information director. New York Giants coach Ray Perkins took over for the retired Coach Bryant and brought me home with my wife, Barbara, and our two young daughters, Elizabeth and Amy.

    What an incredible twenty years in college football at Alabama we enjoyed. Eighteen of those years I served as FCA adviser, putting together 550 programs—one each Wednesday night at nine. What a ministry God gave me as the FCA athletes used their sports venues as their platform to serve Jesus Christ. Again, it was the Lord’s doin’.

    No one leaves big-time college football unless they get fired or die, I’ve always said. But I departed because the Lord said, Your time is up here, and I have something else for you to do. Longtime friend Jerry Jenkins, of Left Behind fame, came for a visit in 2002 and invited me to join his Christian Writers Guild staff in Colorado Springs. In the next two months, the Lord gave me fifty signs that I was to assist Jerry in raising up a new harvest of Christian writers across the nation and throughout the world. It was a glorious experience of almost four years in picturesque Colorado Springs.

    Then one day, I received a call from the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association, asking if I would consider interviewing as director of the new Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, North Carolina. After two interviews, Franklin Graham hired me as the first library director. It was such a high honor for one born into evangelism. I wanted to call my parents, who were by now in heaven, but a friend gave a soothing explanation, Wayne, they knew about it before you did.

    Welcoming almost four hundred thousand guests from seventy-five countries in the first three years has become the dessert of my career. The best part is seeing several hundred invite Christ into their lives and thousands rededicate their lives to Christ.

    As I look back over four careers, I realize was asked to serve in each one. They were gifts from almighty God. Seldom does a day go by that I don’t think of Maplesville and tell someone that my daddy was a street preacher and tent revivalist. In those early boyhood days, God was preparing me to be where I am today.

    God is sovereign, and He can view our lives from beginning to end in one glance. My hero, Eric Liddell of Chariots of Fire fame, made this scripture verse well known: Those who honor me I will honor (1 Samuel 2:30). My life is an example of the truth of that verse.

    Perhaps the ladies were right. From humble beginnings, I grew to be a preacher like daddy, but with a different platform. I have learned that little is much in the hands of God. To Him be the glory alone because it was His doin’.

    WAYNE ATCHESON

    4. Pine-Tuning: What God Taught Me on the Bench

    Commit to the LORD whatever you do, and he will establish your plans.

    PROVERBS 16:3

    Since my early high school years, it was my dream to play baseball at the United States Military Academy at West Point. After being recruited to play catcher for Army’s baseball team, I, like many athletes, found that I had to pay my dues and wait for a starting position to open up. Having been my high school’s baseball team captain and home run leader, I was eager to play at the collegiate level. During my plebe (freshmen) year, I had a few plate appearances but mainly served as the bullpen catcher. I told myself that my time would come. My yuk (sophomore) year provided me with more appearances on the field, but, once again, I had to continue to bide my time.

    During this period, I remained faithful and active in West Point’s Fellowship of Christian Athletes (FCA) program. The weekly Bible studies were engaging and provided me a great opportunity to get to know my teammates in a spiritual setting. However, as time went on, I found myself asking God if my time with the baseball team was being wasted. I still wasn’t playing much. Could I be better utilizing my time?

    In my cow (junior) year, I became the baseball team’s Bible study leader and was a part of West Point’s FCA student leader board. During the fall and winter of that year, those of us on the baseball team who were involved with FCA developed quite a bond. Many of our members were from the freshmen or sophomore class; as a junior, I felt I was there to provide spiritual leadership. Little did I know that I would face one of the most difficult decisions of my life that upcoming spring.

    Going into our main season that spring, I had the second-highest batting average among returning players and served as the second-string catcher. Later in the season, the senior catcher tore his rotator cuff in a game against Navy, our biggest rival. I never wished to have personal gain over someone else’s misfortune, but I knew that this was my time to step up and fill the role I thought was rightfully mine. After the countless hours of practice over the past two and a half years, it was my time to lead the team from behind the plate in the biggest regular season games of the year. My parents even flew in from Florida to see the weekend games, so this was a chance for them to see me play at the collegiate level.

    As I gathered my gear to get ready to take the field, my head coach yelled out across the dugout, Scottie, you’re catching!

    What? I thought. Coach is putting the freshman in? I was crushed. After all those years, after all those practices, I was unexpectedly pushed aside. My friends on the team understood the significance of the coach’s decision. I put my gear down and attempted to suppress my feelings. I needed to support the team, right? I thought, Maybe Coach is just going to play Scottie this game and he’ll start me in our doubleheader tomorrow. I could only wait.

    The next day proved to be no different than the one before: Coach started the freshman. I sat on the bench those two games, outwardly cheering on the team against our primary rivals but inwardly thinking, What is my purpose on this team? I had always been a leader on the teams I had played for. Darkness clouded my dreams of playing baseball at the Academy.

    After that weekend, I thought I would wait to see how things played out. Even though I felt insulted that the head coach started a freshman over me, a junior, in our biggest regular season games of the year, I thought that just maybe he would start me the following weekend. He didn’t. Having thought through things the past week or so, I decided that I was finished. We all have to hang up the cleats at some point, I thought.

    Before practice on Monday, I met with the head coach and told him that I was turning in my uniform. He accepted my resignation. I couldn’t just let him run over me like that, right? I had given so much to this program already. The countless late-night practices down in the field house, the lost spring breaks, and a majority of my weekends at West Point forgone to play baseball. What was I working for?

    Monday afternoon I sat studying in my bedroom in the barracks, attempting to work on the biggest paper of my academic career at West Point. As I tried to concentrate on what I was typing, I could hear the ping of the bat outside my window, which I had opened to let in the cool New York spring wind. I shut the window. Thoughts of baseball continuously flowed through my head. Baseball withdrawal, I initially thought. The problem was that every day that week I could still hear the ping of the bat through my closed window. It was as if the game was trying to call me back. I couldn’t get baseball out of my heart.

    On Wednesday, my thoughts drifted to the guys on the team that participated with FCA. Who was going to lead the Bible studies? I wondered. Was the baseball FCA program going to fall through now that I wasn’t there to lead it?

    The next few days, I went through some extreme torment about not leading the baseball team’s FCA program or being on the team. I prayed to God and asked Him, What am I to do? The pain was so great that I ended up not finishing my paper on time and had to receive an automatic grade reduction for turning it in late that Friday.

    Something is wrong, I thought. I don’t think God wants me to quit playing baseball.

    On a rainy Friday afternoon that same week, the team was preparing to board the bus for some out-of-town weekend games. About thirty minutes before the players and coaches loaded themselves and their gear, I swallowed my pride and walked over to the baseball field to talk with the head coach in his office at the clubhouse.

    Coach, I said, I made a mistake in resigning. I want to be back on the team. I’m okay with whatever decision you make as to whom the starting catcher will be. I just want to be on the team. In practice, I will lead the two freshmen catchers in the drills that we have to do, and whoever you decide to start, then that is best for the team. I just want back on the team.

    He responded, If I allow you to be on the team again, I might decide to never play you again. Are you okay with that?

    Yes, I said, without blinking an eye.

    He asked me to step outside of his office while he talked it over with his assistant. After what seemed like an eternity, he called me back in and let me know that I could stay on the team. I was overjoyed.

    I didn’t play in one game the rest of the season. I continued to lead the team’s FCA meetings and held true to my word as I pushed the freshmen catchers during practice.

    My firstie (senior) year started out no different than my junior year had ended. The coach continued not to play me. Eight games into our season (1–7), before our annual spring break trip to play down in Florida, our head coach resigned for personal reasons. During the trip, the former assistant and now acting head coach gave me a chance to start against the University of South Florida, which was then nationally ranked. I did a horrible job catching (literally the worst defensive game of my life) but did superbly at the plate—going 3 for 4 with a double and two runs batted in. From that point on, I never caught again but later became the starting designated hitter.

    Despite breaking into the lineup midway through my senior year, by the end of the regular season I led the team in home runs, was second in runs batted in, and fourth in total bases. More importantly, despite entering the Patriot League tournament ranked third (we were known as the Cardiac Cadets due to our eighteen come-from-behind wins), our team won the tournament and, for the first time in West Point’s history, made it to the NCAA regional playoffs.

    In our league tournament, I was able to slap a clutch three-run double to lead the comeback win in the elimination game against Bucknell and added a crucial two-run double in the series-clinching victory against Navy.

    As I moved from the United States Military Academy into my active-duty military career as an Airborne Ranger with the 82nd Airborne Division, I found myself leading soldiers in combat and applying those valuable lessons I learned while playing baseball with the Black Knights at West Point. These lessons include the importance of being a team player, of selfless sacrifice, and, most important, of trusting the Lord despite not seeing what His purpose is at a certain point in my life.

    BOBBY BROWN

    5. Benefiting from God’s Moving Experiences

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