Whenever I’ve pictured power, I’ve always thought about the big strong hero destroying the bad guys. I’ve pictured Superman saving the day, or some other superhero saving the damsel and defeating evil. I’ve never pictured myself. I mean, maybe pictured my face on superman’s body, or something like that, but not just as normal Seth. When I was growing up heroes didn’t look like me. I identified with Luke Skywalker as he was stuck on his family’s farm, waiting for his opportunity to become a hero. I was waiting.
But after moving away from Kansas to the Hampton Roads area of Virginia, I’ve realized that there is a lack of superheroes here too. That is unless you define hero by a different definition. In The Hobbit, Gandalf makes a statement maybe midway through the movie, that I can’t help but shake. He says:
Saruman believes it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. I found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay: small acts of kindness and love.
I realized that heroes are the people who make a difference, are not the ones defeating the ultimate bad guy, but by helping and loving others. All of a sudden I realized I could be a hero, that kind of hero. I could do my part, however small it might be, and could play a role in the kingdom of God. My story is powerful, and so is yours.