The congregation where I attend is having a special offering this Sunday for something called “Helping Our Heroes.” If you’re familiar with this, then you know it’s all about getting a list of missionaries around the world and sending them care packages, letting them know that we love and support them, letting them know we appreciate their sacrifice and what it means to our kingdom.
Yeah, right. No, that’s not what our congregation is talking about, nor is it what most Christians think of when they think of “our heroes.” This outpouring of love and support is for those serving in the American military.
Wouldn’t it be neat if there were something in the Bible that said: “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect”?
I respect what those in the military have chosen to do, even if I don’t agree with how they’ve chosen to live out their Christianity. I respect those that want to show them a gesture of love. But the day that the church makes those people our heroes is the day we’ve lost sight of who we are and what we are about.