I want to be a hero.
Doesn’t everyone? Granted, some claim to want to be a “villain” or “anti-hero” — usually so they can get what they “want” — but most people (in their right mind) seem to want to be a hero.
Why is that? What is it about being a hero that is so endemic to our nature?
I suggest it has to do with whom God intended us to be. We are supposed to be leaders, thinkers, believers in the dominance and power of love. Love is not solely about nice things we do or sweet feelings.
Love is about defending the fatherless and the widow. It’s about taking care of the sick and the homeless. Love is about defending the honor of the maiden from the hands of those that would seek to do her evil.
We want to be heroes because deep down inside we know that true love is about heroic action in life.
Jesus shone forth that Truth to the utmost — He gave His life so that we might live. “What greater love is there than a man lay down his life for his friends?”
Go on, be a hero. Work at loving your neighbor.
I want to. I need to. I yearn to love as God loves and to be a hero like my Jesus.
Do you?
Very nice, K!
I am not a hero, in fact when I do something “nice” or something that is my “duty”, I usually do it because I have no choice.
Several weeks ago I took my neighbor to the emergency room – He came over and I called his health nurse. I had Jacob escort him back home. He came over again – this time I took a closer look. This man needed more help than I could give. I called 911 and had emergency crews here in a few minutes. Well, he refused treatment. What is this man thinking? The paramedic said he needed to be seen, but the ride in the ambulance would only be a expensive taxi ride.
This man had been to my house borrowing money to buy cigarettes and beer. (He told me he needed milk for his grandson.) There were numerous times he made me uncomfortable.
So, the night of the 911 call I wondered if I was out of my mind? Here I was taking him to the emergency room. He was so grateful. It kinda made my heart melt. He was admitted with pneumonia.
Just this past weekend, I saw the ambulance there again. I spoke with his son a few days later – He was sent home with a week to live.
How glad I am that I took the time to be nice. Not a hero by any means, just nice.
Love you K – You always inspire me. A