We all need heroes along the way, to keep us wanting to be our real selves!

My first hero I can remember, outside of Jesus
Was that French wire walking artist who walked between the world trade towers-
Prophetic stunts fascinate me. Jeremiah’s way has always been mine-
Go bury your underwear, God told Jeremiah-he knew symbolic stunts!
Then there was Ghandi and Martin Buber (my favorite practical jewish mystic!), my father, my mother, all the abstract artist who tried to paint essence
(And Chagall and Paul Klee for some reason who both made sense to my heart; one for recovering the spirituality in their religious tradition; the other for remaining child like-as that is surely the only way to enter into the Kingdom!)
Trying to paint essential essence of life matters; then there was my art mentor and friend- who taught me to see art all around me- a seeing jew
From Argentina; then the fantasy writer from long ago, then….well the list goes on!
When you see someone really being themselves, it’s hard to ignore.
It makes you want to do the same, or figure out how they did it. True identity is contagious.
In the end, they were all friends with Jesus,
So I re-picked Him as my arch-hero.
It matters who we try to emulate.
Pick your heroes well friends!
We become what we stare at!
Or as the prophet Daniel put it better:
“Fix your gaze to gain understanding.”
It matters where our inner gaze is aimed!