Nobody is Looking

Like most people, I watched several tribute shows regarding the anniversary of 9/11 over the weekend. I too remembered where I was, what I was doing and even the thoughts that ran through my head in those moments. As I reflected, I tried to put myself in some of those people's shoes. I imagined the people on the airlines that knew things were going wrong. I thought of the men and women who were trapped in smoke filled buildings and what must have gone through their heads. I thought of people on the streets that had to witness strangers jumping out of windows from the 100th floor. So many images were swirling in my thoughts every time I reflected on that one day. Then I realized something else. I couldn't tell you the name of one single person who was a hero that day.

I know there were many. In the worst of times we often see the best of people. There were men and women who pushed through their own personal fear to calm others. There were strangers that helped others with medical conditions down the numerous flights of stairs. There were the police and the firemen who risked their lives to go into the danger. There were moms and dads that made the tough decision to sacrifice, knowing they had family anxiously waiting to hear about their well-being. With that many people affected and that many people pulling together, I can't remember one person's name that made a difference that day.

I want to be that kind of hero! I don't want my name on a book cover so I can be remembered. I want people to hear about the Author and Finisher of real faith who can restore hope and provide healing. I don't want credit for loving on people. I just want a loving God to become real and personal to a world that is lonely and looking. I want to run the race that God has personally called me to run not to be a winner, but to share the kind of strength that comes from God. I want to be a no-name hero for God!

You see, it takes two hands to hold the horn we want to toot when we get prideful. I believe Jesus wants us to use those two hands to pray and to grab a hold of someone as they face the impossible. When nobody is looking, we are to love and serve at our very best understanding that we are doing it just because our heart genuinely wants to. At all cost, are we willing to be that kind of hero? Jesus was. He sacrificed big time for you and for me. People didn't believe Him and He didn't care. He knew what was good and right. Today, people still don't believe Him. He knew that was going to be the case too and He died for us anyway.

Be a no-name, do it anyway, kind of hero!!!!