Monday, September 5, 2011

Of Humble Beginnings

They often ask why we became who we are. 

Was it because we wanted to run faster than light? Or did we think gravity was a law that did not bind us? Some say it was just because we were cocky and thought that normal was not good enough for us. 

But they got us wrong. We were not cocky or hotheaded. No, we merely saw that we had been given something that others had not, and with that we accepted it. We recognized that we could move mountains and with such power we had a choice. Reach our potential, or shove it under a rug. Most of us always had been told we had potential; it was the ones who were denied this truth that abused their potential.

If you asked any of us, we would say that being normal would have been easier. We were denied normal, however, because once you taste purpose you can never go back. Purpose will destroy any hope of a normal life; purpose became our drug. We risked our lives for other people's lives, for we knew that they had potential also. They, however, had chosen to hide from it and were tossed around as easy as oceans waves. We saw this and had compassion on them. We fought for them, often to the death. Some joined our ranks and reach higher than we ever did. Others joined our enemy and left many lifeless. 

The battles were always bloody. Always taking a heavy toll on our souls and bodies, but driven by purpose we accepted this as a price. Anyone who said we did this for fun or out of pride, is a fool. We fought because there was no other choice. This was it; accept purpose or accept death. And if you have ever felt the sweet, cooling effects of purpose, there is no choice.

Tears fill our eyes when we thought of the purpose that awaited everyone, for that is in which we boasted. We boasted in the purpose that ministered to our heart. We boasted so strongly in it, we died daily in order to show others it.

Sure moving mountains was fun, but we did not fight for fun. We fought for purpose, for we were given it and with it were required to use it. 

We were heroes and we accepted this responsibly. We accepted our fight. We fought till death took us. 

Compassion moved us and Purpose drove us. Now take up our gauntlet and stand with purpose. 

Sincerely,
Heroes of the Past

2 comments:

  1. So I totally love this. I even felt myself agreeing with it, because it so closely defines what I felt like as a child who knew Christ loved her... and then I got to the end and wondered... is this post about playing superheros in the backyard and running around in spidey underoos? Oh dear... Well...

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  2. That's exactly what I wanted to convey; superheroes and children of God are not that different :)

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