“Heros or He-Rose”, I do know that proper plural spelling of the word “Hero” but if you continue to read I will explain my unique spelling.
I found myself tonight in the Whistler Village at one of the “Medal Ceremonies”. These are incredible experiences that are total free and open to anyone who wishes to attend. It’s neat to think that you are there helping to make memories for the individuals who are being rewarded for their achievements. Many say, “it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt…” after receiving an Olympic Medal of any shade and they struggle to find the words to express the emotions that they are feeling. Then, regardless of the country, they are welcomed back to their accommodations by family, friends, teammates, coaches, countrymen and the random ones like me. All cheering and taking as many pictures as possible to show their appreciation for what they have done and that we understand to some degree the significance of what has just been accomplished.
I think about the Stanley Cup Parades that line the streets of a city and major intersections and roadways are closed down and cause many inconvenience; however, few complain because they understand that something needs to be celebrated or significant has taken place for “their” team. I think about the respect that I have watched first hand on several occasions as towns, cities and hamlets find the nearest over-pass on the 401 (or HWY of Heroes) and the stand and show their appreciation as a body of a Canadian Solider (always deemed to be to young) returns home lifeless.
I find often in life I have heard people say that they wish that things were easier, or that life was at times more simple. I think if we got that wish we would be incredibly disappointed in the end of it all. You see we as human beings love to feel a sense of accomplishment or that we have managed to complete or achieve something; I watched it celebrated tonight. If everything came simply or was easily attained we would not be able to feel that feeling or sense that we had achieved something. If everything came to us so easily and we were to share with someone how we had competed at the Olympics at some point in our lifetime potentially, the response we be something to the effect of, “hey, big deal, you’re an Olympian. Who’s not now days?” If it was easy or simple to become a professional singer or songwriter and you then get a recording contract you might hear a, “well good for you, but that’s truthfully NOT that difficult, anyone can do that!”
Perhaps at this point you see where I am going with this. Lastly but by no means “leastly” I think of Jesus. I think of the welcome and reception that he received and how it was so short lived. I think of the “Heroes Welcome” that He stepped into on Palm Sunday so many years ago that we read of in the Bible.
The disciples went and did exactly what Jesus told them to do. They led the donkey and colt out, laid some of their clothes on them, and Jesus mounted. Nearly all the people in the crowd threw their garments down on the road, giving him a royal welcome. Others cut branches from the trees and threw them down as a welcome mat. Crowds went ahead and crowds followed, all of them calling out, “Hosanna to David’s son!” “Blessed is he who comes in God’s name!” “Hosanna in highest heaven!” As he made his entrance into Jerusalem, the whole city was shaken. Unnerved, people were asking, “What’s going on here? Who is this?” The parade crowd answered, “This is the prophet Jesus, the one from Nazareth in Galilee.”
Now just a mere few days later, the very ones that were calling and singing His praises, the ones who were laying their cloaks and palm branches at His feet were calling out for his death. This is a twist that is unlike any modern day “Heroes Welcome” that we are aware of. You see even for our Hero in this story, nothing came easy. What he had really been sent here to accomplish and compete would cost Him His life and eventually did – as we all know the story; however, there in lies the point that must be emphasized. With cost also comes value. These acts of bravery and achievement that we celebrate with parades, ceremonies and at appropriate times silence don’t come easily and we do have somewhat of and understanding of the cost and investment that has gone into making this, that is being recognized, possible. The same must apply to Jesus. He is honoured and worshipped and should be forever praised because of what He was willing to go through on our behalf so many years ago. The reception that He deserved came prior to His death you see as He was truly performing what we might define today as “heroics”, He was being laughed at, beaten, whipped, spit upon, humiliated, mocked and denounced. That’s why I think for those of us who claim to know Him we are responsible to daily throw a parade, and celebrate what He’s done for us through our actions, speech, conduct and character.
Let’s remember to give credit where credit is do and encourage and celebrate victories and accomplishments of past Heroes and those to come. Yet let’s be ever so certain to not forget about The Hero and how after a punishment that did not fit the crime but fit His Father’s plan our Hero…well “He-Rose”!