little heroes abounding
Well my dear ones,
I got some feedback on the baby ducks,
like what a sad write up it was,
which is not what I intended at all.
I should have said that the Mother duck
reminded me very much of the Scree,
as in, given the same abilities,
I’m sure she’d have done the same.
Hmm, the Scree, it’s been some ten years
since I’ve seen that little spud.
Yet I think I mentioned him a few years ago,
when I spoke about “little heroes.”
The more I think about it,
I believe we are surrounded by little heroes,
those who are quietly making sacrifices
for others’ sakes
with no thought for themselves,
no intention of fanfare or making the news.
*rummages around*
Yes, here it is, still relevant today:
(originally posted 10 July 2010)
Subject: little heroes
well my dear ones,
When I was younger,
perhaps due to reading too many comics,
I thought a "hero" was some huge guy,
perhaps a big Nordic guy like Thor,
with a big hammer,
or some Conan-type guy with a huge sword,
someone that used brute force
against the forces of darkness and evil.
But lately, I've been thinking that
there are likely many quiet unassuming people
walking about in the world
who are little heroes,
using heart to fight evil
in ways less obvious...
And that reminded me of that little creature,
the Scree,
about whom my old friend and mentor, Titania,
taught me some few years back...
[Shakespearian aside: those come lately
to this journal should know that
dave’s mentor and muse,
Titania, the Faerie Queen,
has been around since the dawn of Creation;
created just after the angels,
she has the most recently-assigned task
of educating dave.
As he is so slow and dull-witted,
she sees this as somewhat of a burden.
However, she has help from others,
among them, White Tiger,
the physical embodiment of human courage]
(originally posted 10 OCT 2005)
Subject: the Scree
*Titania & dave sit on a fallen tree
in the remnants of the half-acre-wood*
dave: "You guys left me in that bougainvillea
for an awfully long time..."
Titania: *rustling her wings*
"Trust me, it was necessary;
you will be the better for it,
although you still have much to learn...”
*she listens to a voice no human ear can hear*
“Hark!
Here’s a lesson for you to see...”
*waves her hand over a patch of ground*
*sandy soil melts, shimmers,
and becomes as glass
...the Mirror of Titania*
*an image forms of another patch of woods,
but the sky is somehow ‘wrong’;
for one thing, there are two suns...*
dave: “Where is this place?”
Titania: *with a dismissive gesture*
“It’s just a small planet
that lies beyond the limits
of your present knowledge
of the universe.
“It is home to many creatures,
among them, the Scree.”
dave: “Scree?”
Titania: *pointing*
“That small creature there.”
*points to a thing that looks
very like unto a pudgy hamster
standing about a hand tall,
with twitching whiskers
and eyes indicative of intelligence*
dave: “hey, I see fire blazing
in the woods beyond”
Titania: “Yes, wildfire.”
*shakes her head sadly*
That section of woods will burn to ash
in a few moments."
dave: "Why doesn't that little spud leave?"
Titania: "He would like to,
but the Scree are empaths.
Behold."
*the Scree comes upon a nest among some rocks
with three tiny featherless baby birds in it*
"Those chicks are offspring of a Windsong bird;
the mother bird will not make it back
before the fire reaches the nest."
*the birds cry out loudly
for their mother to come save them*
*in answer, the Scree tries to
carry them to safety,
but it is too small to lift even one*
*the Scree touches one of the baby birds
and whispers something that sounds
musical notes*
dave: "What did it say?"
Titania: "He told them to sleep,
for they will be safe,
and Mother will return soon."
*the Scree whispers the same hopeful message
to all three,
and in a moment, they are asleep*
*the Scree painfully stretches its little body
across the rocks around the nest
and covers the chicks
just as the fire rages through the area
and burns all the woods to cinders and ash.*
*In great pain and agony, the Scree dies*
dave: "Just as it died,
I thought I saw power
go out from that small creature."
Titania: *approvingly*
"You see well;
it poured its life force
into those chicks
that the heat of the fire
might cause them no harm;
it spent the coin of its life
to save those small birds.
"All that it ever was or would be
it laid aside for the sake of others.
And already, in Deep Heaven,
the Scree is welcomed with great honor.
"Now tell me,
what do you think it means to be a hero?
To be strong? To be brave?
dave: "That would be a good start..."
Titania: "To me,
a hero is someone who risks all
for the sake of those they love.
And a great hero
is one with enough love in their heart
that they would lay down their life
for the least of their fellow creatures.
"Truly, I tell you,
the heart of the Maker is warmed
by the heroic deeds of this small creature.
"And the love God bears for it
is beyond calculation.
"As that is for the Scree
so it is for each one of you.
*Titania listens*
*dave hears thunder, and a rustling of leaves,
and maybe the voices of the dead things
that live on the far side of forever,
...or perhaps the voice of God,
but dave sees and hears poorly,
as through a glass darkly*
Titania: "Errands." *shrugs*
"Think upon the Scree;
would that you might do as he
were it ever required of you."
*vanishes*
dave: *to all*
"Hmm, I guess I tend to judge greatness
based on the bigness of external things,
but God judges greatness
by the hugeness of our hearts.
I'll have to think on that one for a bit.
But for sure that Scree was a cute little spud;
I was sorry to see him suffer so,
but I'm glad it all worked out for him." =>
grace, peace, and love to you,
dave
"The greatest love you can show
is to give your life for your friends."
--- Jesus, gospel of John 15:13
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