Hero, Champion or Overcomer - Which Would You Rather Be?
Yesterday a dear friend called and we had a lively conversation on many things. One of them was the different between these words. They all sound good, but which one would you rather be?
A hero is a mythological or legendary figure, often endowed with divine strength and ability. Stories and admiration for a hero build up over many years until they may seem larger than real. My friend suggested as an example, when a woman can somehow lift up a car because her child is caught under the vehicle.
My Dad told of one house fire when he and a bunch of other men were quickly called in from a harvest field. He and another man grabbed a hot wood burning cast iron stove and walked it out of the burning house as fast as they could go. Later a whole team of men could not pick it up off the ground outside to move it again. He marvelled that just two of them could walk it out in the excitement of the burning house.
Another example from the Bible would be Samson. He had his brilliant moments of great strength so that he could grab a loose jawbone of an ass lying around, and with it kill off …… men. He was not such a moral and great man otherwise, but he did have several ‘hero” spells in his lifetime.
I don’t know… but I don’t think I am a hero or heroine. Are you?
A champion is a militant advocate or defender, one who does battle for another’s rights or honour, or who competes with others, and does better than all the rest, sometimes winning a prize - such as an Olympic medal. A champion is superior to others in his or her category.
Abraham Lincoln would be a champion for slaves, and set them free in the USA. My friend Betty in Kansas is a champion for the unborn and accomplishes great things on their behalf. This list could grow quickly if I did a bit of research. There have been some amazing champions, and I’m not just thinking of sports.
Moses, from the Bible, would make a great champion for the Israelite people as he went to bat for them before Pharaoh in Egypt, and then led them to the promised land.
I could point to some times in my life when I have done what I could for people in my charge, such as the Pioneer Girls Club (my girls), or when I cared for my parents in Hague. However, I really don’t see myself as a champion in the fullest sense of the word.
Perhaps you do. Or, better still, others would tell stories of how you championed their cause and delivered them out of great troubles. You may even have won awards for being the very best in your class of endeavor.
An overcomer is someone who surmounts tremendous difficulties and gains victories by sheer dint of effort and perseverance. They can do this together with others or alone, but they must struggle against handicaps and circumstances, and all kinds of setbacks. Over and over it appears they may go under and be defeated, but they press forward, or after a rest recoup their strength and rise up to continue towards their goal and dream. The more they wrestle with troubles the stronger they grow.
This feels more like my lifestyle! I think I’m an overcomer. For four days I drove easterward in 1971 all by myself at age 20, to start a new life. I have had to deal with major disappointments in my life, and start over. I gave up a lot to go home to care for my parents. I overcame a lot of loneliness and discouragement there - as I have in every stage of my life, by communing with the Lord Jesus, and talking over all my thoughts and feelings, and of course, also the truths in the Bible. Poor health and poverty and other limitations have been mountains I had to clamber over and make mine.
As my friend Kathy pointed out, now when I make new friends they don’t all realize that while I may appear to be a strong woman of faith and confidence, they don’t realize that I have already overcome several mountain ranges of problems! Nor have I fully arrived, but the strengths I have today have been gained with more than a few broken fingernails.
That is encouraging, isn’t it? If you are struggling to overcome some difficulties pause to look back over the way you have come and see if you are not stronger now for those past crisis you have weathered through.
You may be content to be a hero. May God bless you heartily if you are a champion for others, but I am pleased to day to say that I am an overcomer!
My Aunt Jean’s arrived on Friday, but we arranged for her other friends to pick her up, and they hosted her. I picked her up on Saturday afternoon, and showed her my office and house and then had to get her back so she could attend a birthday party with her friends. On Sunday I went to the same church as they, and from there Aunt Jean and I went to pick up my brother Tom, and we went out to a restaurant for a late lunch.