I am an ordinary person, a simple man, with simple wants and needs.
I am not what most would call an educated man. I went to high school and then to work. Never attended college, seminary or any kind of bible or vocational school. I always joke about graduating with honors from HKU….”Hard Knocks University”.
I have always done what I do now…got to work…come home…dream of doing something great, different, then wake up the next morning to do the same thing over again.
I am not a worrier really, which some have accused me of being lazy. I kind of take things as they come and move on the best I know how. I think I have trained myself to do that from years of doing and not quite hitting the mark.
Once again, life has dealt us something that we are not quite sure how we are going to deal with.
For any of you that have been following me or my bloggings over the last two years, know that my life has been a topsy-turvy-thrill-a-minute roller coaster ride.
Just this past Friday, the company my wife works for informed her that they were shutting down her division, meaning that she is now unemployed. We have become part of the rising national statistic.
We have been asked numerous times, “what are you going to do”? the answer…we don’t know!
What I did decide to do is to “chronicle” the happenings, our journey, and our prayers.
So…in a nutshell….if you are at all interested in what we are doing and what God is doing, check my personal blog and I will try to keep you up to date as often as possible.
Peace!
Filed under: 1, Christianity, Real Life, Relevant Life | Tags: Foo Fighters, Hero, jesus, Legacy
I was listening to one of my favorite bands, Foo Fighters, and their song My Hero came on…also one of my favorites…mainly because of the meaning of the song…that ordinary people can be heroic.
Everyone needs a hero. Someone to look up to. Someone to inspire you.
My Dad was my hero. He wasn’t afraid to take chances. He wasn’t afraid to put his heart out there. He wasn’t afraid to risk it all…and he did…a few times. He loved deeply. He loved unconditionally. He loved everyone. To me, he was the truest picture of Jesus Christ.
That picture was forever etched on my memory on the day of his funeral, when there were literally hundreds of people crammed into the little chapel to pay their respects to the man that had “touched their lives”, as many stopped to tell me.
He left a legacy. The legacy of a hero…an ordinary man, willing to do extraordinary things.
My Dad was my hero. He was the reason I turned to Christ. Because he lived his life in a way that when people saw him, they saw Christ.
Who is your hero?
