PLAYER RECORD
3 PGA Tour wins (two majors): 1985 Masters, 1985 Sea Pines Heritage, 1993 Masters
39 PGA Tour Champions wins (10 majors): 2007 Administaff Small Business Classic, 2008 Toshiba Classic, 2008 Ginn Championship, 2008 Administaff Small Business Classic, 2009 Mitsubishi Electric Championship, 2009 Liberty Mutual Legends of Golf (with Tom Lehman), 2009 Triton Financial Classic, 2009 3M Championship, 2010 Allianz Championship, 2010 Outback Steakhouse Pro-Am, 2010 Senior Open Championship, 2010 U.S. Senior Open, 2010 Boeing Classic, 2011 ACE Group Classic, 2012 3M Championship, 2012 SAS Championship, 2013 ACE Group Classic, 2013 Greater Gwinnett Championship, 2014 Mitsubishi Electric Championship, 2014 Insperity Invitational, 2014 Constellation Energy Players Championship, 2014 Senior Open Championship, 2014 Dick’s Sporting Good Open, 2015 Constellation Senior Players Championship, 2015 San Antonio Championship, 2016 Chubb Classic, 2016 Regions Tradition, 2016 Constellation Energy Players Championship, 2016 Boeing Classic, 2017 Mitsubishi Electric Championship, 2017 Regions Tradition, 2017 KitchenAid Senior PGA Championship, 2017 Senior Open Championship, 2017 PURE Insurance Championship, 2017 Dominion Energy Charity Classic, 2017 Powershares QQQ Championship, 2018 Insperity Invitational, 2018 SAS Championship, 2019 Oasis Championship
58 international wins
Awards: 2002 inductee into World Golf Hall of Fame; 2008, 2009, 2010, 2014, 2015, 2016 Champions Tour Player of the Year; 2018 Payne Stewart Award
BUILDING A LEGACY
LINKS PLAYERS MAGAZINE, 2010 ANNUAL EDITION
By Bernhard Langer
The question confuses me. What is my legacy in the game? As one who has been a member of golf’s Hall of Fame since 2002, I should have an answer.
It is easy, for instance, to point to Byron Nelson and say, “There is a man of impeccable character,” or to Arnold Palmer and say, “His charisma drew tens of thousands to the game.” You can identify Jack Nicklaus as the man who targeted major championships as his chief goal and Lee Trevino as one who opened the door for more minorities.
If one’s legacy is formed by his performance on the golf course, my career has been no different than that of others. I am known for my failures as much as for my successes. While I have a reputation for struggling with the yips throughout my career, my only victories in majors have come on the toughest greens in the world, those at Augusta National. Nobody’s career has ever only gone up. If you’re playing golf, there will always be ups and downs. But the ups have been very good to me.
Through my first ten years of professional golf, I stayed close to home in Germany, playing the European Tour, building a young career. In the early 1980s I won in Germany, Italy, England, France, Spain, Ireland, The Netherlands, and even in Colombia. Get me to a golf course, anywhere in the world, and I’d do my best to figure out how to win.
But the eyes of nearly every golfer are eventually drawn to the United States. It is in America that three of our major championships are played, it is where the most money is offered week in and week out, and you generally find the best players making their way to compete here.
When I made my way to Augusta in 1985, it was my third trip to the fabled course. I had missed the cut in 1982, then finished tied for 31st in 1984. Likely, few were looking for me to make much of a run at the green jacket that spring, though by then I had twice been runner-up at the British Open Championship.
At 2-over par after 36 holes, I was certainly on no one’s radar screen. Six shots off the lead, I was tied for 25th.
But on Saturday, I came back with a strong 68, and pulled within two of the leader, Raymond Floyd. Raymond had won the tournament in 1976, so he knew what it would take on Sunday to get the job done. So did my fellow European Seve Ballesteros, who already had two green jackets and was in contention again, tied with me. Curtis Strange, who had rebounded from an opening round 80 by firing 65 on Friday, was now at 213, alone in second, a shot ahead of me and Seve.
Sunday, however, was mine. I put together another 68, with birdies on four of the last seven holes—a charge often mounted on Augusta’s back nine, which sets itself up for such feats, with holes that invite equally triumph or disaster. My putter was a friend that afternoon, and I sealed the lead with a 14-foot birdie at seventeen, allowing me to make bogey at the last without worry, for I was headed to the Butler Cabin.
If you have forgotten your Augusta National landmarks, the Butler Cabin is where the tournament winner meets the club chairman to thank the club and the patrons, put on the green jacket, and speak of his win. It was in that speaking that I gave myself away.
It’s strange but true that because you are among the best in the world at one thing, people will give you the opportunity to speak about many things.
In my childhood, before I would leave school at the age of 14 to pursue life as a professional golfer, I had been raised in a home committed to church life. For me, in Germany, that was the traditional Roman Catholic church, with its many rituals and practices.
I would go to church every day before school, learning the catechism and serving as an altar boy. I went to confession and prayed the rosary and all those things that Catholics are taught to do when they are young. More than that, I was taught that if I would simply do more good things and avoid bad things, then I had an excellent chance of moving through purgatory and into heaven. But no one ever really encouraged me to explore the Bible for myself, and I had no concept of a relationship with the Lord who is revealed in the Bible, Jesus Christ.
So late that April Sunday afternoon in the Butler Cabin, I did not guard my words very closely and I used some loose vernacular in referring to Jesus. Recounting my thoughts during the round, I said something like this to the chairman and the television audience: “I said to myself, ‘Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I’m four shots behind Curtis Strange after nine holes.’” It was an irreverent way to use Jesus’ name—something I would never do now—but that is what I said.
And people were listening.
Among those watching that interview were Tour regular Scott Simpson, who would win the U.S. Open two years later, and Tour chaplain Larry Moody. When they heard me use Jesus’ name in a flippant manner, they recognized that I had no sense of who Jesus really was. Right then, they prayed for me, that I would come to know Jesus.
But I did have a sense of something very important. I had a sense that there was an emptiness inside of me. And although I had just won my first major, that emptiness lingered. What is this? I wondered. It’s weird. You’ve fulfilled all the dreams you’ve ever had. You’ve got a good looking young wife, you have houses, cars, money in the bank. You’re successful, you’re healthy—why this emptiness? Why is this feeling inside of me? I couldn’t pinpoint it.
From Augusta, we moved to Hilton Head Island for the Heritage Classic. I played a practice round there with Bobby Clampett, and when we were finishing up, he issued an invitation. “Why don’t you join us for Bible study tomorrow?”
“What’s that?” I asked him, never having heard of such a thing, even at 28 years old, and even with all my religious background.
“We just read a part of the Bible and discuss it and see how it applies to our lives nowadays,” Bobby explained.
It was a new idea, but not a threatening one. Why not? I thought. I’ve heard lots of stories out of the Bible, I’ve heard lots of sermons.
So I went home and talked with Vikki, my wife, about it and we decided to go.
The next night, I walked into the Bible study. And among the many there were Scott Simpson and Larry Moody, the two men who had prayed for me just a few days before. They must have been very surprised to see me—or perhaps not surprised at all!
Larry spoke that night, and he used the text from the third chapter of John in the New Testament. The account there is of Jesus speaking with a Jewish leader named Nicodemus. Jesus told Nicodemus that what he needed in his life was to be born again.
“Born again”? I thought. Nobody has ever taught me about being “born again.” This was not something I had ever heard in the Catholic church where I had grown up. So I instantly concluded that either Larry was using a different Bible than the one I had read in the Catholic church, or something weird was going on.
After he was done, I walked up to him and asked, “What does this mean exactly, ‘born again’?” Actually, Nicodemus had asked a very similar question.
Larry and some others explained that Jesus was speaking of a spiritual birth. And then they went on to tell me something very different from what I had been taught. They showed me that the Bible taught that we are not saved because we are able to do a bunch of good things and avoid doing a bunch of bad things. Nobody is good enough to do that! Instead, we are saved through Jesus, by His grace, because of His death and resurrection. There really is no such thing as saving ourselves.
I told them, “Wow, this is revealing, this is new.”
So Larry showed it to me again in his Bible, as I didn’t bring one of my own.
He said, “Here, in black and white.” And he pointed to those first few verses in John 3. “This is the Bible, God’s word.”
I had no trouble with that. I believed the Bible to be God’s word. So I asked Larry why this wasn’t taught in the church I had grown up in.
He said, “Well, there are slight differences or big differences between churches. But you don’t have to believe me just because I said so. Check it out for yourself.”
That was important, because not too many people say that.
So I followed his instruction. I got my own Bible and I started reading. And within a matter of months, I was basically convinced that what was missing in my life was a one-on-one relationship with Jesus. For a long time I had been carrying around a burden of not being good enough. I felt I was a pretty good person, but there was no guarantee. But in the Bible I found that those who truly believed in their heart that Jesus was their Lord could say so with their lips, and they would be saved.
I know that may sound like a crazy religious idea, but for me it meant the end of religion. It meant that instead of rules and rituals, my relationship with God was paramount. And that relationship is to be built on believing and following Jesus. When Vikki and I understood that, we gave our lives to Christ.
How different it was, then, in 1993, when I won again at Augusta. This time the victory was by four shots, but it was really no easier. Heading into the back nine on Sunday, I was just a shot ahead of Dan Forsman and two ahead of Chip Beck, a Ryder Cup player for the American side.
But I knew that I wanted to be aggressive throughout the round, and when I faced a 3-iron second across Rae’s Creek to the par-5 thirteenth, I knew what to do: go for it. That shot flew just as I envisioned, coming to rest 20 feet from the hole. I made the putt for eagle, birdied fifteen a few minutes later, and finished the round on top.
This time, I would speak again of Jesus Christ in Butler Cabin. It was Easter Sunday, and I wanted people to know that more than any Masters champion, Jesus was to be honored that day. In the years between my two biggest wins, Jesus Christ had become the most important thing in my life, reshaping all my priorities and making me an entirely different man.
Of course, much time has passed since 1993. I never won another major, but I have won many more times around the world. All in all, I played on 10 European Ryder Cup teams and was most fortunate to serve as captain of the European side in 2004, when we retained the Cup with a convincing win at Oakland Hills Country Club outside Detroit.
Over the past two years, I have moved to the Champions Tour, where I had won eight times by the end of 2009 and was the Tour’s Player of the Year both seasons. By now you should know that while I remain extremely competitive when I go to the golf course—if I am going to leave my family at home to play golf, I am going to give 100 percent—these victories and awards are not things by which I measure my success. Even my Masters trophies will rust one day and be forgotten.
What I am more interested in is working on that legacy.
I do not know what others would say are my most important contributions to the game. But I have decided to measure success as I believe God would have me measure success and to build a legacy that would honor Him.
Some people ask how I can be a follower of Christ and at the same time work so hard to earn millions of dollars. I look at it this way. The more I make, the more I can give away, the more I can be a blessing to others. And the more successful I am, the more of a platform I am given to speak about what really matters to me. It’s strange but true that because you are among the best in the world at one thing, people will give you the opportunity to speak about many things. By excelling at golf, God has opened many doors for me to be able to share what I know so personally to be true about the salvation I have through God’s Son Jesus Christ. I measure my success by how much it enables me to give away to others what God has given to me.
Beyond that, I want to build a legacy in terms of being a gentleman. I want to be known as someone who cares about other human beings, right down to their souls. For me, this often begins at home. I’d like my children—I have four of them, from nine to 23 in age—to remember me as a father who gave them unconditional love. I’d like my wife to see this in me too. I’m trying to imitate Christ in as many ways as possible, because I’m only given one wife and four kids, and I want to form my life into their lives. God says, “I love the sinner, but I don’t love the sin,” which is something I pass on to my kids too. I want them to know that I will always love them, no matter what they do, as painful or as hurtful as that might be.
There is much to be balanced here, of course. I am a professional golfer, so I must spend some of my time on the road if I am going to provide for my family in the way that God has given me to do so. But I constantly sit down with Vikki to review my schedule. A number of years ago I made a commitment not to play more than two tournaments in a row, because we found that it’s not good for us to be separated for more than two weeks at a time. And I don’t want to be one of those dads who look back in 10 years’ time when my kids are gone and find myself saying, “I wish I had played a few tournaments less and spent more time with my kids.”
We make adjustments as we need to, but at this time I feel that as long as I am healthy and enjoy playing professional golf and I have some success at it, I will continue doing it. Right now, I do believe that this is where God wants me. If I get a sense that He has in mind for me to do something else, then I will adjust accordingly when that time comes. Because if ever there is a legacy that any of us should desire, it is this: that we listen to what God directs us to do. Since 1985, I have been living my life that way, and I cannot say too strongly what a difference it has made for me and my family.
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