We’d like to believe that we would have been Harriet Tubman or, in the least, that our home would have been a stop on the Underground Railroad. We convince ourselves that if we had lived in Nazi Germany we would have been Bonhoeffer, Schindler or von Stauffenberg. That we would have marched with Martin Luther King, fronted the tank in Tiananmen Square and charged the cockpit in Flight 93. The truth may not be that heroic.
Most people today are abject cowards. Poltroons who fantasize about personal courage in regard to the great moral questions of yesteryear, only as an emotional alibi to cover a fetal position existence.
These are the deserters who rail against slavery and the Holocaust without even wincing at the politician who votes to “shelve” babies born alive or the doctor who flushes them, still struggling, down a toilet. These are the recreants who “bow up” against Hitler, the Nazi’s and the K-K-K while they, as the righteous are stoned, hold the jackets of Planned Parenthood, the SPLC and the Gay-K-K.
They are professing Christians who, seeking the world’s applause, go along with the wizards of wickedness, as the Holy Spirit grieves. They will march with sexual anarchists and shutter their senses while the alphabet locusts over-run everything that is sacred, from the Boy Scouts to the institution of marriage. These are the craven that will post to their Facebook page “put on the whole armor of God” even while theirs is collecting dust in the closet, not a scratch on it.
They are the pastor who would preach self-esteem while the blood of “the least of these” cries out from the dumpster. They are the “conservative” talk show host who won’t cross the “values” Maginot line when it comes to matters of righteousness. They are pretenders, both weak and faithless, who ripple Warhol’s fifteen minute pond but won’t rate an asterisk in the memories of their fellow man.
They are, at best, virtuous poseurs – speed bumps on the road to hell. They are the coward next door.
HEROES AND ZEROES
Heroes aren’t commonplace; zeroes are all over the place. So how does one inspire courage in the weak? How does one change the tilt of the heart? It depends on which end of the equation that you find yourself. What if you’re honest enough to realize that you’re the weak link? That you are the Scaramouche in the mirror?
I’M A ZERO
Most zeroes never make it out of the cocoon. They’re content to spend life in their vajamas, turtling whenever they hear a car backfire or a co-worker guffaw. If this is you, there’s still hope but it’s waning. You’ve already traveled further than most by recognizing the yellow streak down your spineless back. The only way out of the apathetic milieu of mediocrity is to reorder your priorities and to live for something larger than what Francis Schaeffer used to call “personal peace and affluency.” You can start by studying the lives of the heroic and following their path in decision making.
PAUL IN ROME
When the Apostle was brought to Rome, in chains, he faced a daunting reality. Paul had been accused of a capital crime by a group who had recently found the favor of the less than just, Emperor Nero – the guy who would eventually blame the torching of the city on the “Christians” and then impale them alive and robe them in wax afire, to light his gardens. Yet Paul was steadfast and determined, ready to offer all for the mere opportunity of presenting Christ.
Christians were cowering underground until they witnessed the valiant dignity of the old man who, unashamed and unbowed, proclaimed – “whether by life or by death, with all boldness, Christ shall be magnified in my body.”
AUGUST LANDMESSER:
A man simply stands, arms crossed. He is a political prisoner of the Nazi regime and his only crime is that he wouldn’t divorce the mother of his two children, who happened to be a Jew. His two daughters, who survived the Nazi experience, lived out their lives enjoying the fruits of liberty.
One day when they had grown old, an obscure picture was brought to their attention and they were reminded of the type of man their father was. It shows their father, August Landmesser, surrounded by fawning and fearful Germans offering the Nazi salute to their Fuhrer, while he stands, arms crossed in radiant defiance. As if to say, “you’ve taken everything that’s dear to me in life but my dignity; I will not bow in subjection to animals.”
