Brother Andrew of Open Doors ministry.
Heidi & Rolland Baker – sacrificing everything to bring hope to the poor of Mozambique.Brother Yun – suffering extreme persecution in China for his faith.Bruce Olson – bringing Christ to the Motilone Indians without westernizing them.Mother Teresa – serving the poor of Calcutta in Jesus’ name.
Brother Andrew of Open Doors ministry.
i have many heros jim elliot and his fellow workers.our service men and women. addicts that have overcome and some that havent seen there way out yet.a kind old black man named sam that let me stay in his home when i was a 15 year old runaway in new orleans that was so kind. people that do the small things in life that never get reconized that help the heros that do.people that take care of others that cant help themselves.young parents,grand parents that take care of their grand kids for any reason.the outcast that are still trying .cause everyone is not born on the same level ground. people that keep trying even when they keep messing up.so many of course david , moses, PETER,JESUS, the HOLY SPIRIT, sure like the guy that wrote the shack.missonaries you never hear about.the homeless that want to be there. they to have a work to do.
First to my mind is Corrie Ten Boon, then in actuality it is my wife Debbie – she expresses Jesus so super-naturally…I always see my lack when she just “be” who Jesus made her – she serves all creation. I know it may be strange, but Debbie is my hero in Christ for her servant’s heart.
Let me add Martin and Gracia Burnham to the list. I can only imagine what it’s like to be kidnapped and held for ransom for a year, and see you husband shot three times in the chest. But to remain faithful to the lord through it all.
My heroes are two people called Charlie and Anita Cleverly. He did his curacies at our church when he first was ordained and finally became vicar, before leaving to build a church in Paris, now back in the UK as Rector of St Aldate’s in Oxford.
Why them? They love. They inspire. They pour themselves out. They make mistakes. They carry on.
Charlie can’t sing for toffee but when he leads worship you can’t help but join him and go wherever he goes and it is almost always a deep and intimate place before God. Give them a soul that doesn’t yet know Christ and they will pour themselves into them, loving them with the gospel. They passionately love Jesus Christ and it pervades all of their teaching, praying and conversation. They nurture and inspire with their teaching and they call you to the deep places. To be with them is to yearn for those deep places and to want to put everything aside to reach them too.
Sometimes they over-give and get the balance wrong. There’s a fine line between being poured out and being burned out. They are human. They make mistakes and that’s a particular one for them. But they have inspired me since I was 18 years old and although I rarely see them these days, they still do. Failure isn’t falling down, it’s staying down. And these guys always get up and carry on because they just keep on loving Jesus and following Him.
Corrie Ten Boom. Not only during WWII, but before and after, she gave her life loving people joyfully. She was faithful with the gospel and believing in its power to save. She was also honest, humble, transparent. She seemingly flowed in all the “five fold gifts” without awareness or seeking a title.
My second one is Apostle Paul. Where are the apostles today that loved like he did? He intensely loved the Church and paid any price for Christ to be glorified through her.
Rich Mullins (lived in Wichita!), Keith Green…
I only have one Hero. I wrote this poem about 4 years ago. Im sure you will beable to guess who my hero is from this:
” I spend my days walking through angel’s wings
And when I sleep, they cover me.
My life exists of unseen things
Walking hand in hand with reality
What my eye doesnt see
His spirit reveals
What my heart holds true
Brings me to my knees
At first light when I awake, not quite stirred
My love, my Lord whispers thoughts
That leads me through my day
He always lights the way
And when night time comes
Wearied and bruised
A price to pay when I walk in this world
I shut the door
Alone at last
My comforter brings healing to my soul
Refreshing and loving arms enfold
No one understands why
The phones left ringing
The door never opened
They dont understand the company I keep
As I sit for hours
At my Master’s feet
The conversation is electric
I never want to leave
Every word is precious
His touch unique
We laugh and smile
And talk about life
But His love
Still cuts like a knife
It doesnt matter that it makes me weep
Because He always kisses the tears
From my cheek
So if you ever meet Christians
Who do the weirdest things
They could be like me
Walking through angel’s wings”
Anybody quessed who my Hero is? 🙂
My heros, well first two would be my older two children who are adults,both married, sold out lovers of Jesus. Then I would say lesley-Anne Leighton, she has been poured out as an offering unto Jesus She lives her life for Jesus, her life is not her own. I want to be like her when I grow up. Bill Hybels. I found Jesus because of Bill and his faithfulness to his calling. The children at the UJV in Ugandan, who despite their situation in life, they live with the joy of the Lord, and hope for the future. just a few.
I met two of my new heroes when I was in Swaziland in February: Jumbo and Kriek Gerber. Anyone who knows them will understand!