One of my favorite shows as a kid was HE-MAN AND THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE. As a child, I believed that ordinary people could be capable of extraordinary things. Every time that Prince Adam transformed into He-Man, my heart fluttered because that meant that I could be a hero just like he was. So many of my own personal heroes have been ordinary people—just like you and me. Now that I’m older, I get to live in a land of opportunity to be a hero to others. It’s not my life goal, nor is it a temporary aspiration. It’s a focus. It’s a dream. It’s a hope, a whispered prayer—that God could use an ordinary person like me to do extraordinary things.
I can’t say I’ve arrived, because I always feel like there’s more I could do, more I could be, more I could focus on. Still, I look back at my personal heroes and feel as though I’ve joined their ranks. And here’s why:
- I came from a broken family and I’ve been able to mend and redefine many of those relationships. That’s what my heroes did for me when I was broken.
- From an apathetic kid who found it too hard to love myself or others, I’ve grown to discover the beauty and power of loving everyone, myself included. Which is exactly what my heroes fought to bring about in my life.
- For years, my heroes spent countless hours thinking about me, praying for me, investing into my life. Now as a Children’s Director and Youth Pastor, I get to do the same thing and repay the kindness—not out of obligation, but out of the honor in sharing the gift of life with others.
- Like my heroes, I’m not afraid to face the tough situations anymore. We definitely still feel the tension. We still have to hammer our way through the “What-Ifs,” but it’s worthwhile when the fear is defeated and the courage shines through. By no means have we mastered this, but we don’t let it stifle us as much as it used to.
- My heroes taught me how to live in the dreams that God has given me. I don’t just chase them, I seize them and I ride the wave as long as I can with all the “umph” I can. I once dreamed of moving to Seattle to mentor teens. I waited 8 long years to realize that dream. It’s been a long bumpy road, but I don’t regret a second of it. I hear that dream singing back to me when a teen tells me that God answered their prayer or that they want to know more about the Bible and call me their Youth Pastor. Dream. Come. True . . . and then some, because I also get to equip and train our volunteers to do the same for the Kid’s Ministry.
- My heroes and I take our beatings like champs. We cry. We endure the mind games. We pray. We kiss the mind games goodbye. We binge watch chick flicks (just me??). We pray some more. We take a deep breath. We take the next step in the right direction. Then just when we think we’ve got it all under control, we miss the mark again, and start the cycle all over again.
I could write chapters about the things that heroes go through . . . but I’d just be wasting my time . . . because you already know. You are a hero to someone. Whether you know it or not—whether you think no one is watching or not. There is someone in your community that sees you, studies you, Facebook stalks you, and secretly wishes to spend hours with you because they are attracted to your personality, beliefs, and way of living. So let me ask you this:
What kind of hero do you see in yourself?
What kind of hero do you want others to see in you?
What drives you to battle?
What passionate thing tugs at your heart so much that you lose sleep over it?
Chase that. Today. Take little steps if you must, but don’t let it out of your sight.
You are a hero to someone. They are watching how you treat others. They are watching how you take care of yourself. They are studying your habits. They are wondering if they could ever be as Smart/Beautiful/Kind/Compassionate/Giving/Humble/Resourceful, etc. as you are.
I’ve been blessed to have others in my life to set a heroic example for me—pastors, friends, authors, designers, missionaries, etc. I’ve taken pieces of them and incorporated it into who I am today. And while I may not be a hero to anyone directly today, I keep clinging to the hope that I could be someone’s hero someday. And until that someday comes, I will be my own hero—the best version of myself. The version that gets up after getting pushed to the ground, wipes off the dirt, and tries again. The version that chooses to qualify people before I disqualify them. The version that speaks life and not death. The version that understands that I can’t save the world, but I can make a dent of a difference if I’m diligent in what God has called me to do and who He has called me to be. I hope that you’re able to find people to invite into your life that can set a heroic example for you as well. All good heroes need a team of other heroes to make them superheroes!