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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Unsung Hero (12/07/06)

TITLE: Here's A Love Story You Have To Read
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12/09/06


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I met my ‘unsung hero’ years ago. I had heard stories and songs sung about him at one church or another and He always intrigued me. I thought:
“How could such a man exist?”
He seemed SUPERNATURAL to me.
I was this little girl of nearly seven when finally I began speaking to Him. I was never shy around Him like I was with other people. I thought, ‘He actually cares for me.’

I was transported from one foster home to another and I was sick of it. I wanted stability. I knew that my mother was the only person who truly loved me.
I always thought, ‘He can do the impossible for me.’ That is how a child thinks. And, in retrospect, I know that I had a ‘child like faith.’ And how I did pray!
Often I went behind the barn at the last foster home, asking Him:
“Please oh please, why can’t you hear me? I just want to go back home!”
He was always patient with me. He never yelled back and He never said: “For Pete’s sake, will you please shut up!” I only heard Him say in a gentle voice:
“My dear child, I am sorry, but you must wait.”
Continually I argued with Him, saying. “Please, just let me go home—now!”
He did not answer immediately, but He did answer my prayer.
I admire Him for being faithful to me.

In years that passed, I attended church, and learned of his exploits. The more I heard of Him the more I thought: ‘He’s the man for me.’

“For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.” This is the prophet Isaiah’s description of him in Isaiah 53:2.
That is one scripture that first grabbed me about my unsung hero when I first came to him. He did not come to the earth as a strapping, handsome man who would command admiration from his admirers. He perhaps had no admirers. His earthly mother and family members and some loyal friends cared for him. There were many who grieved for Him when they saw Him suffering on the cross and bearing His stripes so that WE might be healed.
Like those Three Wise Men, I still seek Him.
No, he’s not some dashing, muscle-bound hunk that would make me swoon. He would though, make my heart sing. He is not some handsome, charming, suave, romantic, larger than life Prince Valiant that would sweep me off my feet. But, He IS the Prince Of Peace. He makes me rejoice. Sometimes I feel like shouting His Name from the rooftops, to profess to others, all that He has done for me.
He has been depicted in stories and on movie screens—as this humble and compassionate miracle worker that we should all pattern our lives after. And, why wouldn’t He be someone we should all look up to? He gave his life for all of us so that we might live. I for one OWE Him.

“He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.” Those are also Isaiah’s words, in chapter 53 verse 3.
There were some on earth who followed my hero for a time. But when push came to shove, they all rejected him. Later on, many martyrs would die for him, professing HIS NAME. He is the only friend who has never betrayed me. He has stood by me through thick and thin. He has ministered to me when I am hurting. When I suffer heartbreaks He has always been there for me. He is still there for me. He has listened to my grievances and my anguished prayers. He has even answered many of my prayers.
Yes, He has stood by me.
So, why shouldn’t Jesus be my hero? He always will be.


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Phyllis Inniss 12/16/06
A strong child-like faith in Jesus is what kept you going. But you didn't say whether you got to get back home to your mother, or had she died? Whatever, your love and faith in Jesus certainly carried you through.
Donna Emery12/16/06
Your love for the Lord shines through this story. A wonderful testimony to His love. Well done!
Sara Harricharan 12/18/06
This was sweet way to tell this story. Great job, heartfelt and very close to home...