To be a hero: From Hercules to John Wayne, can we measure up?

I have always been a huge fan of ancient mythology. From the Greeks and the Romans to the Norse, mythology is fascinating, fun, and sometimes deeply tragic. By its very nature it is filled with heroes, world changing battles and love stories.  I am especially fond of some of the heroes. Mythological heroes represent  the very best of man’s nature, played out on a grand scale and with universe altering consequences.  On a smaller scale it is similar to the heroes of American Mythology, the cowboys.  From Hercules to John Wayne, however, the question that was always on my mind growing up was, “how can I be a hero?”  I don’t think this is an unusual for people to ask of themselves, especially young men. Even more, I think it is an important question. I think it represents that part of each of us deep down that seeks something great. As St. Augustine once said, “my heart is restless oh Lord until it rests in you.”  But what does it mean for our hearts to rest in God and how does that relate to a desire for greatness?  For me St. Augustine’s words are a constant reminder that my heart cannot be truly satisfied with anything that I will encounter in this world. I have to go beyond my humanity and dive into the supernatural realm. This is exactly what Sacraments of the Catholic Church invite us to do in a very real way.  When we receive the Eucharist our very souls are purified of our venial sins and our bodies are nourished by receiving the flesh of God. Mere contact with the supernatural, however, is not what makes one a hero. In fact most super heroes rise up when they are needed to fight a super villain. As Uncle Ben told us in Spider Man, “with great power comes great responsibility” and everyone chooses to accept that responsibility. A hero needs more than super powers, he needs character.  A real hero needs to be someone who is truly good, or at least striving towards that end.  This last week we celebrated the Feast of All Saints, or All Saints Day.  If it were left to me (which it isn’t) I think I would rename it The Feast of Heroes.  A feast dedicated to those who truly lived out a life of heroic virtue and fought titanic supernatural battles within their own souls, and continue to fight them on behalf of us.  The Saints are both our role models and our fellow prayer warriors. As St. Therese of Lisieux (the Little Flower) taught us in her Little Way, all we need to do is little things, but do them with great love.    You don’t have to be famous to be a Saint or a hero. To be a true hero all we have to do is stand in the love of Christ and be who He calls us to be, Holy.  Holiness is not boring, it is heroic.

The Idea of Beauty

As I gaze out through my office window early in the morning I love to watch the leaves change; and if I can get outside even better. For me morning is the best time. The sun peeks up over the hills and shines across the mighty Columbia  river and I can smell a hint of wood smoke in the air as someone takes the chill off a morning that dipped below freezing sometime during the night. There is frost on the grass that adds a bluish white to the fall morning’s palate of reds, greens, yellows, oranges and browns. When I look out at such a world I can’t help pause in wonder at the beauty that God has wrought for us, his creation. Over a hot cup of tea or coffee it makes me ponder at just exactly what it means to be beautiful. Is true beauty (as the saying goes) in the eye of the beholder, or is it something greater? Is it merely a physical quality (a synonym for pretty) or does it bear some sort of transcendental quality that invites us to contemplate a higher reality?  If it does invite us to contemplate a higher reality, what does that even mean?  I do not think we can limit beauty to merely a synonym for pretty, for if that were the case it would sound ridiculous to say that listening to a symphony by Beethoven sounded “pretty”, or watching an amazing play in sports was a “pretty” moment?  You really can’t. Yet we can say that both of these, along with the sunrise on a frosty fall morning are beautiful.  True beauty is something that goes beyond merely physical good looks. When I think about the truly beautiful things in my life, the idea of beauty does not match up to words like “pretty.”  Instead the word beauty is, in many ways, more synonymous with words like mystical, magical, and supernatural. When I think of beauty I think of something that goes beyond the average and ordinary. It is something that pushes creation to a new limit and reveals some hidden characteristic of the divine architect. Something is truly beautiful only in as much as it draws us to a higher reality and more perfectly the divine. This is why some paintings, no matter how pretty they may be, cannot be truly beautiful. When an artist paints a picture (for example) that profanes the sacred, no matter how well it is painted it will never be truly beautiful because it is a lie. It takes the sacred, (which is beautiful because it reflects the beauty of the God) and presents it in a way that is intended to degrade it. This is why for hundreds of years the Catholic Church has been on the forefront of promoting art. Artists like Michelangelo had a deep faith, which is what helped them to create beautiful frescos and statues for the Church. So next time you see a beautiful sunrise, or look out over the valley from the top of a mountain and feel like it somehow reflects the majesty, beauty and goodness of God, it does.  More importantly it isn’t an accident.