All my life I wanted a hero. I guess we always do, don't we? We seek for one as a child and from disappointment to disappointment we look for another. We find them in books and in the Bible but we keep searching for one with skin on - one we can see and touch. I had no idea what a hero would be like but I knew I would know one when I found him. And I did find one -
Jesus is our Savior - The Savior - the one and only Savior - and He was the Hero of all heroes -- he did not walk in my day and he left so much untold - "but there are also many other things which Jesus did; were every one of them to be written, I suppose that the world itself could not contain the books that would be written." He left just the right amount for us - "but these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that believing you may have life in his name."
But, I thank you, Jesus, for giving us this man with skin on for a time, who could linger through a life as long as he did, to show us exactly how you wanted us simple folk to "carry on" the walk even to the end of 85 years of days, should we linger. His life was prophetic, this man from Poland who became Pope in Italy, and Papa to many others, often not in the Church. We have seen how he lived - can we do the same until you come in Glory?
The years of our life are threescore and ten,
or even by reason of strength fourscore;
yet their span is but toil and trouble;
the are soon gone and we fly away.