Our culture lacks meaningful heroes.
I’m always deeply inspired by attending the memorial service of an impactful, bold follower of Christ. Bold christians have been my heroes since I was a kid.
I was always especially in awe of elderly Christians who displayed a kind and deep faith.
As a boy, I loved talking before or after church to these “veteran Christians” to hear the most fascinating stories, watching them laugh at themselves, share their passion, and display a deep, confident faith that was so refreshing.
To me these people were always bigger than life. My adolescent thirst for a hero would sometimes place them on an unrealistic pedestal.
Sometimes I reminisce back to the days when I sat in those pews watching my heroes fill the room with life. I’m so grateful for those memories . . . for those people.
People like Mr. Rowell. I remember his fingers were always crooked from arthritis. He walked slow . . . eventually with a cane then a walker. But he was always there with his wife of 50+ years and they each maintained a certain “dignity”. He just had a way of encouraging others. He loved God, his wife, and his life despite his declining health. He was a “real life” hero.
How about you? As you think back on your past, do you have any “real life” heroes?