MY LOVE, MY LIFE, MY HERO

A hero can be anyone. A person who selflessly intervenes in a situation, small or big is a hero. We tend to think of heroes as those who run into burning buildings or jump into the water to save someone, who is drowning. Yes, they are definitely heroes.

Doctors, scientist, astronauts, nurses and mail carriers are heroes. There are other types of heroes too. Family members and friends who help each other in times of need, are heroes. Good samaritans, who help strangers in need, are heroes. Farmers, construction workers, plumbers, grocery store workers, who toil so that we can eat and live, are heroes.

The average person who just say thank you to let you know that you are appreciated, are heroes, to me.

My favorite hero was my husband. He was a true man of God. He had courage and commitment to what was just and right. He had moral character. He studied the holy word of God to show himself approved. He lived through segregation in this country and he served his country, fighting in the Vietnam War. He often said, “that he fought for rights that he did not have at home.” He has quoted many scriptures, prayed a many prayers, and preached numerous sermons. One of his loved scripture is Psalm 1.

No, Rev. Porter, could not leap over tall buildings in a single bound, but through God’s help, he soared over many difficulties and problems. No, he did not have X-ray vision where he could see through walls and buildings, but he had a vision of morality and he had ethics. He did not have any gifts or secret powers from space or other planets, but he was full of the Holy Spirit. He was holy; he had strength, moral character, courage, and a devotion to God. No, he didn’t wear a mask and a fancy costume, but he wore “The Armor of God," completely in spiritual fashion, with the belt, breastplate, footwear, shield, helmet, and sword. He was a dedicated soldier of Christ.

He loved God and he loved his family. He didn’t just love his family, he provided for his family. He would often say, “a real man will do whatever that he needs to do, to take care of his family.” Family mattered to him!

He was a servant of God. He lived to serve God and to serve God’s people. He had a servant’s heart and it was resonated in his caring, his thoughtfulness, his generosity, his dignity, his devotion, his love, his encouragement, and his way of living.

He said, “When God chose him, God had to reach all the way down in the bottom of the barrel, to pick him”. To himself, he was the “least of these”. To me, he “is," not “was," my hero, and not just any kind of hero, but a Super Hero. He was a “Super Man”.

Rest in heaven, my sweetness, my love! Until, we meet again!

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal.

Love leaves a memory no one can steal”!

Romans 14:8 “For if we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord. So then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s.”