The making of heroes

Dear The Reader

I was praying for a friend and the Holy Spirit cut my soul. And my soul's thick skin opened up and spilled it's contents. Out flowed reds and blacks and tears, the inks that stain the ugly painting not yet finished.

My prayers are few and far between these days, and none are answered in the way I want. This God wants the best for me, even when I just want to settle for mediocre. When I pull back, away from my greatest, the Plan digs in and I come away with rope burn.

No one ever said life was easy. No one ever said love was easy. God is in the business of recruiting wimps and turning them into monsters of Heaven, training them to beat down the garbage life hands to us. God is in the business of turning monsters into heroes, training them to grab the hand of the man who's just about to fall out of reach over the cliff.

I don't want to be a hero, but it looks like I'm headed in that direction.

Educate. Entertain. Inspire.

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