A hero – The classic idea of a man who gallantly rescues a damsel in distress.
In some way or form, all of these men have been heroes in my life:
Heroes I’ve met:
- My husband. With his calm, quiet ways, taking on this crazy, up and down, enthusiastic and sometimes troubled wife, working all day and coming home to help with the dishes at night. He always prays with and for me.
- My dad. Hard working and STRONG. He has had some physical struggles the past few years, but is still that strong dad– and always will be in my mind. I think of His fortitude and dedication to his faith, my mom and the farm. Perhaps the only person I know as stubborn as myself. (Well, maybe brother Fred, too?)
- My Grandpa B. Another super strong man but with the greatest personality and so generous. He will get his own blog post some day, but it’s hard for me to think or write about him without a few tears, because I still miss him.
- Steve Schlissel. I first heard him speak when attending “Concerned Members of the Christian Reformed Church” meetings. He spoke up bravely in the middle of a dark time in the CRC. I spent a couple of weeks visiting with him and his family in Brooklyn when fresh out of high school. The experience opened up my world and changed my life.
- Uncle Dave B. He faced cancer with courage and faith. He lost the battle at age 39, but won the victory. He comforted others (including myself) in his last days. “The Lord is my Shepherd…”
- My brothers. When it all boils down, they are there for me. They have rescued me off the side of the road with car trouble at one time or another, and helped me financially when I was going through the divorce. My former childhood arch rivals.
- My friend Greg. Greg was a hero to me after my divorce. He was kind to me and brought me back to the gospel and who I was in Christ. He kept insisting I attend his single’s group, where I met other guy hero friends and eventually met my husband. Also a former arch rival.
Heroes I haven’t met (yet):
Three of my great-grandfathers. They made the brave choice to leave their home country in the Netherlands and travelled by ship to the United States in search of freedom and opportunity. I met one of my great-grandfather-heroes and remember visiting him as a child, but the other three died before I was born.
C.S. Lewis, my author hero.
St. George the Dragon Slayer. His story has always intrigued me.
Heroes of the faith. If I had to pick a few favorites out of the list they would be Abraham, Gideon and David.
Jesus. My ultimate Hero of all heroes.
In my distress I called upon the LORD; to my God I cried for help. From his temple he heard my voice, and my cry to him reached his ears. -Psalm 18:6 (ESV)
If you don’t know Jesus, here is a good place to start: The good news
Note: Don’t think I am neglecting my heroines! I am currently working on a couple of posts about my grandmothers, and look forward to sharing them soon.