I am not a golf fan. Never pay much attention to sports. Knew of Arnold Palmer, but not much about him. I just got the impression of a man people respected.
So why the reblog? On the way home from a meeting this evening, I heard Mark Levin mention the death of Mr. Palmer. All Mr. Levin could say is that Arnold Palmer’s death got to him, but he had trouble expressing why, an odd thing for a man who makes his living talking.
ColorStorm, I think, put into words what Levin felt about Mr. Palmer.
We all have a God sized hole that only God can fill, but because we are made in God’s image a good and respectable person can fill that hole a little bit. Therefore, when such a person dies, we feel a bit more empty. That emptiness is important to note. That’s how we know that person made a real difference in us, that they brought us closer to God.
Some of you may have never heard of Arnold Palmer, some may not even care even though hearing of him, but he died yesterday at the ripe age of 87. The earth will cry for such a vacancy. Why? Because he played golf? Because an airport was named after him? Because he was a legend in his field? Because he owned car dealerships? Because he had his own brand of iced tea? Well yes, come to think of it.
Arnold Palmer was a good man. Period. And the good things that flowed from his life were testament to the old adage: in all labor there is profit, but more importantly, a good name is far better than rubies.
He died with his good name being intact. There were no Enquirer shamings, he was not the goat for sports fodder, he was not a clown when interviewed, and he spoke well…
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