Harriet and I had Sunday brunch with a hero. Not one of those plastic ‘action heroes’ we’ve been sharing time with, courtesy of our GRANDsons. No, sir! This was a real, live, flesh and blood hero who ate pancakes with butter and syrup. But couldn’t finish the whole thing, probably unaccustomed to such a big portion of rich food.
Ours was a war weary hero, fresh from the front lines. Still trying to get over jet-lag. Still trying to get adjusted to the climate. Still sitting wrapped in a blanket when home, hoping to get the body’s thermostat in sync with the family who enjoys air conditioning. I guess there was no air-conditioning on the battlefield. Just two years of the never ending blazing, arid heat of the Middle East day and night.
I’m certain that if our Pastor had introduced a combat veteran in the service on this Lord’s Day, fully attired in dress uniform with shining insignia and polished medals of service on display, there would have been a standing ovation and we would probably have stood to sing “God Bless America”!
But our hero did not wear a uniform to church. Never was issued any uniform. No body armor nor fancy firearms. But our hero has been on hazardous duty, serving on the front lines –no actually it was behind the lines.
And Pastor Mike had been strictly warned not to bring any attention to this quiet, shy soldier of the Cross. And I bet you would not have been able to pick out the hero sitting among us even when he welcomed his family who were visiting from Georgia.
But there she was. Sitting between her big brother and her little sister. Probably not what you were expecting me to tell you about. But Angela has been there serving the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Home now, for just a while to get more training before returning to the mission field.
What an honor for Harriet and I to have a meal with Angela. She’s one of our heroes. She would probably be yours too, if you could get to know her.
And she’ll come back to see us once she is rested and readjusted to the climate and the culture. But she probably won’t get adjusted to folks recognizing her as a hero. Angela still sees herself as just a simple and sincere servant of her Lord.