I often think about what it means to be a hero. To be the person that everyone cheers for even when they don’t know your name.I’ve always had a fascination with heroes in books and movies and in real life.I don’t know what it is about them that they grip me so much.They’re often alone, hurt, and torn between two worlds. Living two lives, they take no credit for their work and pass people on the streets unnoticed. On one side they’re normal, trying to balance the lives of the people they love while on the other side of things they stand as the only means of salvation for countless others they don’t even know. A hero sacrifices himself for the greater good. A hero fights for truth and love at any cost. A lot of people tell you that anyone can be a hero, and we all have a roll to play, and that even the little things matter. I’m pretty sure I’ve blogged much of the same myself. But there are still those heroes who stand out because they do something big. I’ve watched a few films recently that expanded my world view a bit and I found myself saying, “Man… I’m glad I was born in America.” I instantly stopped and thought about what I just said. I couldn’t believe I even thought that… how selfish of me. Tonight I was sitting in mar car in a grocery store parking lot looking out my window. I looked at a few people near by and listened to a police siren down the street. I sat there eating a piece of candy and I just felt convicted at the wealth of our country and the things we spend it on. We blind ourselves to the depravity of the world and the harsh realities that encompass us.How did it come to this? Where are all the heroes? I’m such a hypocrite at times, spending more time talking about the theoretical rather than applying it, but nonetheless I still want to do something big. Not for pride’s sake, recognition or glory… but for truth. I want to make a lasting difference in the world. I could care less if anyone ever knows who I am. I just want my life to have a legacy. My dream is to partner with God in the restoration of this world. I don’ know how, when, or where, but I know I want it to happen. I might loose something or everything in the process but it will be worth it. But for now I wait, dream, think, wrestle, talk, write, and wait for the day I begin that journey. Fill us up and send us out…
