Still My Hero

So I’m a baseball fan, an Atlanta Braves fan to be specific.  I know what your thinking, he’s talking Braves baseball so he must be leading into a post on the patience of Job………. as tempting as that might be, no – at least not today.

The other night I managed to catch part of the Phillies vs Mets game on TV, it was ugly and to be honest I was so jonesing for some baseball and since our TV package is well limited, to say the least, I didn’t have many options.  That and as an avowed Braves fan my dislike of the Mets runs so deep that I would even watch the Phillies if it could mean a Mets loss.   As I mentioned, the game was ugly and the evil Mets did manage to win but the real story lies in the Phillies pitcher Roy Halladay and what happened after the game ended.   Halladay had an awful game, not just a bad inning or two, but a terrible game.  The kind that entire franchises, not just the pitcher, want to forget.

But the story doesn’t end there.   After the game Halladay returned to the locker room to find a text on his phone from his 12-year-old son Braden.  It said simply “Dad, your still my hero.”

Still my hero.   We all just got schooled by a 12-year-old with a cell phone and a text message plan.

You see to Braden it didn’t matter that his dad had been pulled in the 5th inning, or that his ERA is just a measly 14.73, or even that the Mets won.   He still loved his father and wanted him to know that it was unconditional.  To Braden his definition of hero doesn’t include stats or headlines. It only contains the role of dad.

So I give you a new command: Love each other deeply and fully. Remember the ways that I have loved you, and demonstrate your love for others in those same ways.  John 13:34 (The VOICE)

When was the last time you told someone you loved them?  I don’t mean just your spouse, kids or other close family members, I mean the other significant people in your life.  What about the people in your bible study? Your friends from work? The neighbors next door? The family that always sits behind you in church every week?  If we are to be the hands and feet of Jesus to those around us we need to start living daily as we have been commanded.  Too many times as Christians we forget that Luke 10:27 has two parts to it.  We really like the “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind”  part but forget the “and, love your neighbor as yourself.” (NIV)

We change the world two people at a time; ourselves and the person God puts in front of us.   Daily we need to be looking for ways to show the love of Christ to others, not just with words but with our actions as well.    It is only by displaying that unconditional love that Christ demonstrated for us can we begin to make an impact with others.   We need to meet people where they are in life, sometimes even in those moments they would rather forget.  It is then in that darkness when our light, the light of Jesus, can shine the brightest for them.

Who can you love on today?  You might just become someone’s hero in the process.



About meicemen

Kind of ironic isn't it that you have to fit a few words about yourself into a small box..... I am so many things - a husband and father, an avid sports fan, coach, church planter in training. My blog A Million Points of Grace touches on many of these things that "make up me" and my Christian journey on this earth.
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One Response to Still My Hero

  1. Rohweder says:

    Your stuff is great. Always enjoy reading it and learning from it. Please keep it up!

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