Heroes and Heroines

Bob Mayo, Stonepoint Member

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Heroes! I don’t know about you, but when I was growing up, it was quite common for us to have heroes. Thanks to Walt Disney, Davy Crockett became a hero to a lot of young kids in the 50’s. Coon skin caps were everywhere to be found. Later, when I was a little older, John Wayne became my hero. As an adult, my heroes changed a bit to more contemporary people. Being a young person of the 60’s and 70’s some of the folk singers who wrote and sang songs for our generation became my heroes. Peter, Paul and Mary were my favorites but there were others. I recently discovered Richie Havens made some really good and meaningful music.

But just a few weeks ago, I discovered I found a new hero in the folk music world. Her name is Kate Wolf. As folk singers go, she was not as well-known many as the others but Wikipedia says she made a significant impact on the folk music scene. But to me, her music was equal to or better than any folk singer I have heard in my life. About all else I know of her was that she was born in 1942 and died in 1986 at the age of 44 from Leukemia. If I were still into making heroes out of the folk singers of my generation, Kate Wolf would be at the top of my list.

In the Christian world that we live in, we have had heroes too. Mine were some of the of the 19th century missionaries and churchmen who gave their all for Jesus Christ and the lost. Their names are well known to us. I also have a few contemporary people that I still respect and admire, but I no longer consider as them heroes. My concept of a hero has changed drastically over the years.

Don’t get me wrong. There are still great men and women who have followed the Lord, encouraged the Body of Christ and poured out their lives to reach the lost. If I were to name the people that I consider in this category you would recognize them right away. But like I said, my concept of a hero has changed drastically. My great heroes of the Christian faith today are those quiet and humble people whose names we probably don’t even know and go about their lives serving Jesus Christ and bringing honor to His name. Some of these heroes would be people in foreign lands who have served and died for the name of Christ! Others would be ordinary people we see every day who you can see raising their families in a godly way and loving and praying for their neighbors. If you were to notice them and ask them what their secret was, they would probably be embarrassed to answer. My heroes are also those pastors and workers for Jesus who lead their flocks and do their work with grace, love and even correction when needed. These are the people of faith that I consider my heroes today.

I pray you don’t misunderstand me as I write this post. I do love and respect many well-known people whose names are familiar to all of us. I just don’t want to call them heroes. And I don’t believe we should seek to be noticed in our own lives and thus try to become our own hero. My personal feeling is that in our Christian lives, we should not have heroes. We should be bond-servants of Jesus Christ, our LORD and Savior. The world does not make heroes out of servants, But Our Lord will notice us.

Am I there? I would be the first to tell you absolutely not! I live too much thinking about my life, my pain, my walk with the Lord whether it is good or bad, my loneliness and I could go on and on. I am not there, but I often ask the Lord to teach me be that kind of a servant for Him.

I’d like to leave you with something I came across recently. I don’t know how or when I got what I have put below, but it had to come to me from the ministry I serve with. I stored it in my folders here at the office and came across it the other day by accident. I had all but forgotten it. But it has been on my mind ever since finding it. I will just close here and let you read it. May it remind us of so many unnamed Christians around the world that have given their all for our Lord and should become our heroes. God bless you.

Some time ago a letter was found in the office of a young pastor in Zimbabwe, Africa:

“I am part of the Fellowship of the unashamed. I have the Holy Spirit’s power. The die has been cast and I’ve stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of His. I won’t look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past is redeemed. My present makes sense. My future is secure. I’m finished and done with low living, sight walking, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, worldly talking, cheap giving and dwarfed goals. I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position,… promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don’t have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean in His presence, walk by patience, I’m uplifted by prayer and labor with power. My pace is set, my gait is fast. My goal is heaven and my road is narrow. My way is rough, my companions are few, my guide is reliable and my mission is clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the enemy, pander at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity… ”

The letter was found by the members of the church he led. They were cleaning out his office in the days after his body had been found battered and mutilated. Wow, what can you say about something like that? Can we possibly have that kind of clarity in a country where we do not face the possibility of death for our faith?

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