Breadwinning Worship

Yes, I know I have had an extended absence from the blog.  Truth be told, things are crazy around here and you all know that my family comes first.  When they need me, I vanish for a bit.  But, in addition to all of that, this blog post has also taken a while to craft.  Why?  Well because, true to my normal self, I have put together another longwinded post. Please bear with me for always having too much to say on any given subject.

So, what is this longwinded subject?  Well, as some of you know, I’m a writer (soon to be published, if all goes well).  What some of you may not know is that being a writer has come with lots of complications, one of which is should I write on Sunday if it is a form of work (one in which I intend to be paid for), or should we even write at all on Sunday, even if it is not for pay?

Heroes

I would like to say that great care and prayer has gone into the words you are about to read.  I fully recognize that what I am about to share is very controversial, but I share it because I believe that it is something that needs to be said.

Where are the heroes?  I’m not talking about our Firemen, Police, Marines, or Paramedics, though I deeply respect these heroes.   I’m asking where those average, ordinary, everyday heroes are.  The heroes who are unafraid to tell a drunk young man not to get into a car, but will instead pick up said young man and ensure he gets to a safe destination.  The type of heroes who give love and support to the young woman who finds out about the out of wedlock life she carries within.  The heroes who take in a troubled teen.  The heroes who offer safety to an abused woman.