They Aren’t My Heroes!

They Aren’t My Heroes! There is something grossly distorted about our American values. When some guy who can dribble, pass or hit a ball gets millions of dollars a year, yet away from the game is a moral degenerate and as promiscuous as a bull in a cow pasture…and when interviewed by some adoring media gal on national TV can hardly craft a string of two-syllable words to make a complete sentence… When a business tycoon, male or female, is so ethically bereft that they have bilked their hard-working employees out of millions of their retirement dollars so that they can live in opulence so extravagant it is nearly beyond comprehension… When a celebrity can be busted on drugs, shoplifting or other crimes yet have an adoring crowd of groupies applauding while accompanied by their slick attorneys who cavalierly pronounce their innocence…something is indeed fundamentally wrong. No, these are not my heroes, and it’s about time we demonstrate some appreciation for the real true-blue, pure-gold, unsung heroes of the world. • People like Helen Hurst of Yakima, Washington, who told me she prays for me daily along with more than 300 other individuals on her prayer list. It takes her 45 minutes to intercede one by one in our behalf. • People like Wes Roberts of College Place, Washington, who for many years was the sole provider for his completely handicapped wife suffering with Alzheimer's. Every move she made from when she got up to when she went to bed was adoringly accomplished because of her husband, who says, “God has spared my life twice so that I could take care of my wife.” • People like Edna Canaday of College Place, who goes to a legally blind friend’s home and reads the Adventist Review and other literature to her for four hours every week. • People like our Pathfinder leaders, some of whom have served 25 years or more. Boarding academy faculty and staff with their 24/7 schedule of loving service. Deacons that serve the church, and ladies who prepare the wonderful potlucks. Community service volunteers and church bee attendees…and the list goes on and on. Those of you who perform these seemingly mundane and unnoticed random acts of love are the true heroes. No, you aren’t on the cover of newsstand magazines or featured on Entertainment Tonight. But in the big scope of eternal things, you and thousands like you in the Northwest are my heroes. We love and appreciate you. More importantly, so does the Lord. Remember, inasmuch as you have done it unto one of the least of these my brothers, you have done it unto Me. May your kind increase!

They Aren’t My Heroes!

There is something grossly distorted about our American values.

When some guy who can dribble, pass or hit a ball gets millions of dollars a year, yet away from the game is a moral degenerate and as promiscuous as a bull in a cow pasture…and when interviewed by some adoring media gal on national TV can hardly craft a string of two-syllable words to make a complete sentence…

When a business tycoon, male or female, is so ethically bereft that they have bilked their hard-working employees out of millions of their retirement dollars so that they can live in opulence so extravagant it is nearly beyond comprehension…

When a celebrity can be busted on drugs, shoplifting or other crimes yet have an adoring crowd of groupies applauding while accompanied by their slick attorneys who cavalierly pronounce their innocence…something is indeed fundamentally wrong.

No, these are not my heroes, and it’s about time we demonstrate some appreciation for the real true-blue, pure-gold, unsung heroes of the world.

• People like Helen Hurst of Yakima, Washington, who told me she prays for me daily along with more than 300 other individuals on her prayer list. It takes her 45 minutes to intercede one by one in our behalf.

• People like Wes Roberts of College Place, Washington, who for many years was the sole provider for his completely handicapped wife suffering with Alzheimer's. Every move she made from when she got up to when she went to bed was adoringly accomplished because of her husband, who says, “God has spared my life twice so that I could take care of my wife.”

• People like Edna Canaday of College Place, who goes to a legally blind friend’s home and reads the Adventist Review and other literature to her for four hours every week.

• People like our Pathfinder leaders, some of whom have served 25 years or more. Boarding academy faculty and staff with their 24/7 schedule of loving service. Deacons that serve the church, and ladies who prepare the wonderful potlucks. Community service volunteers and church bee attendees…and the list goes on and on.

Those of you who perform these seemingly mundane and unnoticed random acts of love are the true heroes. No, you aren’t on the cover of newsstand magazines or featured on Entertainment Tonight. But in the big scope of eternal things, you and thousands like you in the Northwest are my heroes. We love and appreciate you. More importantly, so does the Lord.

Remember, inasmuch as you have done it unto one of the least of these my brothers, you have done it unto Me. May your kind increase!

September 01, 2004 / Editorial
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