The new heroes

When the old revolutionaries are gone
When the sound of prophets is no longer heard
When the political, economical, social reformers of old are no more
Then the new kind of heroes will step up.

Their goal? Their motivation?

Only, completely, obsessively, ultimately, dangerously,
a rebel: hated, despised, loved and worshipped:


They are the other kind of revolutionaries, No one knows them and no one will
Unrelenting, motivated, dangerous is their love.
In the underground they work, In the shadows they labour.
Choosing others before themselves, The foundations of our world shaking.
Giving rather than taking, Untouched by wealth.

Not working for a government reform,
Not advocating a better social system,
But suggesting an alternative way of life.

By living it.

Not setting up new theology,
Or a different kind of church,
simply pointing back to Jesus.

“What he said”.

Instead of bigger, bigger, bigger,
Better churches, more equipment, increasing professionalism
They think, smaller, smaller, smaller,
One person to another.

Conquering the world.

Like the seed of mustard,
Hideous, a weed, hated, despised.
Yet it moves mountains, literally,
An unseen, underground, revolution.


We are talking about Joy, Happiness, Love,
Spreading without thought wherever they go.
Giving to those who will not give back,
Out of duty, honor, love, but never shame.
Loving, incredibly, ultimately, dangerously,
Laughing at death itself if need be.

And when the gates of heaven open,
The people wandering in.
They will come the very last,
carrying some on their shoulders.

And yet
They are broken like everyone else
No less crippled than any other
Falling as much as you and me

Day to day they cry the same
Night after night their worries are yours and mine
They are losers, geeks, unsuccessful fools,
Yet the echo of their footsteps makes the forces of darkness tremble.
Their shadow makes sickness crumble
And wherever they go, the miracles will follow them

They live in the unknown
They live in insecurity
Choosing a radical, passionate life in poverty,
Over a boring and dull life in mediocrity.

In obedience they will be clothed,
In carelessness they will be covered.
Worn out shoes,
Fashion-less shirts.
Let them be recognized for what they are:

Battle armor

They are here
They are still to come
Living out God’s words
Failing, Falling,
Getting up and going on

Sons and daughters, workers and soldiers of God himself.
Their vigor radiant, their minds brilliant,
their devotion ceaseless, the world speechless.
Standing in this old world, showing it the New.
Strong, wise, beautiful, caring, powerful, dangerous, just
And drenched in joy

They are the new heroes
We can be them
Let’s try


Gebed door Dinand // Prayerroom 2kron7:14 Focusweekend // 23-24-25 januari 2015