The Brotherhood – Part 150

The Brotherhood of the Second Cross was established on Father’s Day 2005 where 160 men stood before their wives and children to pledge themselves to purity, self-sacrifice, loyalty, and excellence. Today, hundreds more have joined the commitment.

Some heroes are seen by the masses. Yesterday, the goalkeeper of our U.S. Men’s National Soccer team played amazingly well, setting a standard for the World Cup that hasn’t been reached in nearly fifty years. Today he is a hero, the subject of nearly 2 million tweets.
Some heroes aren’t seen by very many. They play goalkeeper in the backyard, letting the shots of their three-year olds roll slowly through their legs. They sip imaginary tea around tiny tables, somehow pressing their calloused pinkies inside the tiny cup handles. They play short-order cook for Saturday morning’s breakfast and wear the coach’s whistle all afternoon. Nobody tweets about them, because their fans haven’t been given their first cell phones yet. But they’re heroes of the best kind.
Most of us have engaged a daydream of stardom once or twice in life. It’s fun to imagine the cheers of huge crowds as a commentator describes our every move. But there’s really no better moment than when a child gazes at you with admiration, when you’re the destination in life’s scary moments, when yours are the arms that somehow make bad dreams go away.
I’m a big soccer fan and I fully applaud the talent our goalkeeper displayed yesterday. But I know that headlines don’t last and his heroic effort will fade from memory a few weeks after the highlight reels stop. But the work of backyard heroes enjoys a greater life span. They’re remembered forever…

 

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  • July 2, 2014 at 5:04 pm
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    My first thought is of a maintenance man I worked with at a distinctive homes rental place in Frazier, CO when we lived in Granby. Dave was a young dad who to look at him you would question, “Wow, he’s married and a dad?” I don’t mean that mean just didn’t look like the typical way we think dads, good dads would look, long hair, rough, probably not a very moral life, my bad (critical spirit)! One day when I came into work he was there and had his hair pulled back in a ponytail and there on his ear was a bright pink, stick on star shaped ear ring. I commented, “Nice ear ring Dave!” He quietly said, “My little girl got them for her birthday and she asked me to wear it today.” I about fell over with admiration of the daddy that Dave was. I almost cried and said, “Dave, you’re one of the best daddy’s in the whole world!” Most men might put it on and then when out of sight of the child would remove it, and go about their day with the child being none the wiser. Maybe they would stick it back on to make her think they’d worn it all day or make the excuse, “Oh no, it must have fallen off somewhere, I’m sorry.” BUT he didn’t. He wore it all day long proud to do so for his admiring little girl. That’s been 13 years ago and I often think of him and wonder where he is, how his daughter is, still impressed with his heart for his daughter. It makes me think of my Father and how much He loves me and is proud of me. Makes me remember what He says about me and who He is in me and I smile.

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