Heroes

Many years ago I was a competitive public speaker in a high school circuit from a land far far away. I loved it! I was a lot more shy then , but I could talk to a crowd. Sometimes they got me, sometimes I lost them, I enjoyed both. One contest my prepared speech was entitled "Heroes" I deplored the worship of music, movie and TV celebrities. Praised Nelson Mandela, Steve Biko (yes I was in Africa!) and such - people who not only lived for something, but where willing to die for others' benefit.

I was reminded last weekend of this revolutionary way of living, being others centered. As I read a story book written on this man's experiences I long to see what will be the end of my days. Life is what you make it. Everyday; but the view at the end is (hopefully) fuller and more picturesque. Right now I am seeing only a part of the fractal, it looks like Chaos, but Oh to see the whole...Right now there is the longing to live all to Christ usually overwhelmed by the desire to feed the dogs, cater to me and wallow in never realised good intentions. Yet still I rise see. I look forward to the end because with every swirl of my darkness is a splash of Light and Love brighter than the last. The darkness will drown.

I read his stories and I know from experience, all our heroes learned through pain, fell to failure but did not stay down. That is what makes a good story, the guy would not stay down, until it killed him, and his Light burned brighter still. His story is told everywhere. I will not stay down.