I seem to learn something new about people all of the time. This Sunday however, I learned something that really impressed me.
There is someone in my church that I consider a hero. When I first became the pastor, he wasn’t even attending. However, within a couple of years, he and his wife started coming regularly. I was told to never expect him to join, he just wasn’t going to do it. Fast forward a couple of years, and he attended a men’s group that met in my house and he had joined the church!
Al is a quiet man, doesn’t say a whole lot at all. He lets me know that he enjoys my preaching at the end of the service, accompanied with a handshake and a smile. Al isn’t a young man anymore, now well into his eighties.
I knew that he was a WWII veteran, from some time we spent together in that men’s group. I was impressed then. Al was a member of the Special Forces, and was a guard at the Nuremburg Trials. What I didn’t know was that he also landed at Normandy, specifically – Omaha Beach.
He’s been a quiet and gentle man, as long as I’ve known him. He’s lived through quite a bit, some of it quite harrowing; I’m sure. He’s done what he was called to do, without complaint. He’s faught through fear, defending himself and others, and now lives out a quiet life in a quiet town.
I am blessed to know him. Our church is blessed that he’s a member. You just never do know what stories some hearts harbor. Giants walk among us, and we are unaware.