Hero. Such a loaded word. What is a hero? To me, a hero is someone who is larger than life, who stands up and does right no matter what, and who is a legend in his or her own life.
When I was a little girl, my hero was my dad. When he died, my world fell apart.
When I was a teenager, my hero was my uncle. He was my hero for decades, but eventually I discovered he has feet of clay.
So who are my heroes? Samwise Gamgee—he helps Frodo destroy the one ring. Atticus Finch—he defended a man no one else would. Jo March—she pursued her dreams of being a writer and remained true to herself. Fanny Crosby—though blind, she was a prolific hymn writer. Paul—he spread the Gospel after having his life turned around by Christ. Princess Leah—she was fearless in the face of danger.
I can’t pick just one hero. But I can look at these people and more, real and imaginary, and look at what they all have in common: courage. I live a pretty normal life. I’ve never seen a dragon or gone on a quest or faced a crowd of people who wanted to kill me or thought I was wrong, but I could use a bit more courage in my every day.
And that’s why I read the books and watch the movies that I do. I watch these men and women live their lives, some with quiet courage, others whose courage stares you in the face, and I see how brave they are, how they take a stand for what matters to them. They don’t back down. They don’t flee.
So who is my hero? I can’t pick just one. Ultimately, I want my life to be like Christ, but that definitely takes courage. Courage to know when to speak, when to be silent, when to move forward, when to stand my ground.
I will continue to immerse myself in stories that have strong characters, that have men and women who aren’t afraid to show their courage, and hopefully one day, someone will point to my life and call me courageous.