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Now and then I come across someone or something that I believe to be inadequately named by the New Oxford Dictionary.
This week I’ve been thinking about “hero.” Everyone has an image in mind when they hear the term, but we do not really have a word for people who are not heroes, but thump their chests, proclaiming themselves to be.
So I would like to offer my word for such a person:
A hero is an individual who rises to the occasion and is adequately surprised and humbled by the positive results.
A hego is a person who fails to deliver, but still insists that he* did the job.
A hero doesn’t promise, but still provides.
A hego fails and claims he never promised.
A hero considers the responsibility before agreeing to try.
A hego assumes there is nothing he can’t do.
A hego believes he is the most qualified without ever searching.
A hero demands no reward.
A hego needs the reward to confirm his worth.
A hero carries his cross.
A hego places his cross on another.
A hego exaggerates because he must be perceived as great.
Whether in politics, business, entertainment or religion, each path requires a certain amount of honor. When this is provided, a hero can emerge. When it’s ignored and shortcuts are sought, a hego is hatched.
A hero gives of himself.
A hego uses others.
A hero fears being a coward and ends up brave.
A hego believes himself brave and ends up a coward.
A hero steps back.
A hego pushes forward.
A hego asks the friend to perform the sacrifice.
A hero seeks peace.
A hego yearns for war.
Bluntly, we could consider the hego to be an exercise in foolishness except for the fact that when our enemies know that we no longer respect the role of a hero, they are more likely to attack whomever has become our latest hego.
A hero believes in others.
A hego believes in himself.
It is my heart that America needs a hero, or maybe two. For after all, we are well-staffed with the hego.
*he or she
In a basket full of oranges, it is often the singular, lonely apple which gains attention.
This is an endearing characteristic of the human race—we are intrigued by difference while simultaneously frightened of the diversity.
So in our day and age, in the midst of clamoring for resolutions, often based on military might, a breath of fresh air comes into the atmosphere of pending war in a region ironically referred to as “The Holy Land.”
Amir and Jubal, two boys who grew up in different camps of a raging, never-ending conflict—one Arab, one Jew—find one another. They rename themselves “Iz” and “Pal” and strike out to change the world around them by creating a love between them. They determine to maintain their friendship amidst the granite-headed thinking of a stubborn society.
“Iz and Pal” chronicles the journey they take, the friends they encounter along the way, the surprising enemies—with a stunning resolution which will keep you riveted to the pages of this odyssey in exploring the value of peace.
Starting next week, I will share sittings from this novella with you, and hope that, in its simple way, it can transcend the pessimism of fruitless negotiations and invite an essential revelation:
After all, no war is ever finished until the children say “No more.”
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There is no such thing as the whole enchilada. Enchiladas arrive in parts and need to be put together.
Most of our joy is taken away from us when our contentment is disrupted because we have not prepared ourselves for how things are actually going to roll out.
Once we realize that provision will be made in stages, we can teach ourselves to be excited about the arrival of each portion.
It’s a very simple statement to remember:
MAKE PEACE WITH YOUR PIECES.
Nobody ever nervously achieves success.
Nobody ever maintains a smile while fidgeting about whether a missing detail is delayed.
Find your peace in your pieces.
What do I actually have in front of me?
What can I start to do with what I have?
And how can I slow down the process and be thrilled with my pieces?
Happiness is when we really believe that we have enough–and if for some reason we don’t, that all things do have the ability to work together–as long as we maintain our perspective.
So take this week and work on this one thing:
I will have peace with my pieces.
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by Jonathan Richard Cring
Little girl blue
Come blow your mind
Laugh when it’s true
Play ’til you find.
Lass with the brass
Tweak your reed
Upgrade in class
Bleed the seed
Woman in red
Twirl your hair
Rise from their dead
Questioning as you care
You wore pink
He in brown
Paused to think
Lost his frown
Princess in black
Cut yourself slack
Nurturing the pain
Borderline insane
Girly child
Exquisite with green
Meek swallows mild
Your time, intervene
For none of us will ever know
It’s rarely clear which way to go
So when we finally grasp the keys
We’ll have the sense to embrace our peace
Our reader this week is Angel, who owns her own business and lives in Shanghai with her husband and two children
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No more words from me
Just you wait and see
I will close my trap
And stop my verbal crap
Allowing you to breathe
I may have a truth
But you require more proof
Perhaps I love your soul
But that won’t make you whole
To feel released, refreshed
For there is nothing worse
Than pieces of Holy Verse
To convict you of a path
Just invites your needful wrath
Closing me out of your space
For God is our maker
But refuses to be a taker
Yet I use His Word
To make you feel absurd
Chasing you from His grace
For it seems my actions
Have divided us into factions
What once was a joyous peace
Becomes a manipulated tease
Sinners probing for a winner
Forgive this foolish fraud
Place your faith in God
Let sweet time pass away
We will meet on another day
When I have become a human.
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Music is how I heal my heart
When my soul can’t touch my brain
Mercy is what I grant to you
To escape from going insane
Grace is the hand of love
Caressing what’s condemned
The law, drenched in kindness
Ready to amend
Laughter, the way I dry my tears
Compassion the pathway, allay my fears
Faith my only substantial hope
To bolster my trust, learn to cope
This morning I continued my personal story
Another day blessed this side of Glory
Do this, do that, do nothing at all
Catch my breath, cushion the fall
Inhaling the truth, made so free
Find my peace
With me…then thee.
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