Who Are Your Heroes?

Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.  Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful. (Colossians 3:12–15, NIV 1984). 

My Musings – I grew up on westerns. John Wayne movies, James Arness in Gunsmoke, and Chuck Connors as the Rifleman were my favorites. One thing about many of the old westerns, you always knew who the good guys were. They were decent and all about fair play. Showing kindness to those who were down and out and compassion to those who were being mistreated. Looking to make wrongs right. Keeping the peace. Of course, there were plenty that did not depict native Americans favorably, but in the ones I really liked, the heroes had the same kind of admiration and respect for them as they did for others.

Today, there’s not much in the way of westerns. For the few there are, it is often hard to tell the good guys from the bad guys. There’s been a blurring of right and wrong, justice and injustice. Shades of grey. Same with our culture. Maybe our innocence went away with the old wholesome westerns. Maybe it would be good if they made a comeback.

What would really be good is if more of “God’s chosen people” clothed themselves more often “with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.” If we bore with each other a bit more and were more ready to forgive grievances. Maybe then, it would be easier to tell the redeemed from the condemned. Maybe then more of the condemned would find becoming one of the chosen ones more desirable.

My Advice – Make every effort so that where you live people know you are one of the “good” guys.

Author: thebrewisamusing

I was raised in a Christian family and my earliest childhood memories include regular Sunday school and Church attendance as a family. I was taught that our Judeo-Christian values were not just a part of our Sunday routine they should be part of our character and influence all aspects of our lives. I was also taught that as important as these values were they could not save us. We must also be “born again” by accepting Christ. View all posts by thebrewisamusing