And what more should I say? For time would fail me to tell of Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, of David and Samuel and the prophets, who through faith conquered kingdoms, administered justice, obtained promises, shut the mouths of lions, quenched the power of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, were made strong out of weakness, became mighty in war, put foreign armies to flight. [Hebrews 11:32-34 (NTFE)]
Hebrews 11 lists the great examples of faith found in the Hebrew Scriptures. Every story, however, has a supporting cast and, while we may not remember or even know their names, they played an important role in everyone’s story. We know Moses is one of those heroes of faith but what of the midwives Shiphrah and Puah? If they hadn’t defied Pharaoh’s orders to kill newborn Hebrew boys, Moses wouldn’t have lived long enough to be found by Pharaoh’s daughter let alone lead Israel to the Promised Land!
We know the promised Messiah was to come from David’s line but that line nearly became extinct in 841 BC when Judah’s king Ahaziah died and his mother, Athaliah, seized the throne for herself. To secure her position, the queen mother murdered Ahaziah’s children (her grandchildren) and the rest of the royal family! The Davidic line remained only because Athaliah’s sister, Jehosheba, rescued Ahaziah’s infant son Joash. At great risk, she kept the boy hidden for six years until the time was right for him to be named king.
We recall the names of Esther and her uncle Mordecai but probably not that of Hegai, the eunuch in charge of the king’s harem. Without his coaching and assistance, Esther never would have captured the heart of Xerxes, become queen, and been able to save the Hebrew nation from extinction. We revere the name of David but probably don’t know the names of his thirty-seven “mighty men” listed in 2 Samuel 23. We know of Jeremiah but not Ebed-melech, the court official who risked his life to rescue the prophet from the cistern where he had been left to die.
What of those heroes of faith whose names we don’t know—people like the slave girl who told Naaman about the Samarian prophet who could heal him of leprosy? It was her testimony that introduced the Syrian warrior to the one true God of Israel. What of the king’s cup-bearer who told Pharaoh that Joseph could interpret his dream? Without his action, the story of Israel could have ended in Genesis! We only know her as the widow of Zarephath but this nameless woman fed Elijah the last of her oil and bread during a time of famine. We know Gideon but not the names of his 300 valiant men who bravely fought 135,000 Midianites. When outnumbered by 450 to 1, most soldiers would have fled, but those nameless men belong in the “Hall of Faith” along with Gideon!
The New Testament is not without its unnamed heroes of faith—consider the boy who gave his lunch, the widow who gave her two mites, and the four friends so committed to the paralytic’s healing they cut a hole in the roof and lowered him down to the Lord! What of the nameless shepherds and Magi who worshipped the newborn king? We don’t know the names of the woman at the well, the hemorrhaging woman, the Ethiopian eunuch, the repentant thief on the cross, or the Syrophoenician woman who was determined to have Jesus heal her daughter, but they were just as much heroes of faith as were Moses and Abraham.
Every story, play, or movie has both major roles and a supporting cast. While we may have the lead role in our own personal story, we are just supporting actors in the Kingdom’s story. Nevertheless, we are as essential to God’s scenario as were Shiphrah and Puah, Gideon’s 300 and David’s 37, the woman at the well, and those four faithful friends! For the most part, those supporting actors didn’t even know their own importance; nevertheless, acting in faith, they simply followed God’s direction. Let us take the small (but essential) roles God has given us and play them as well as all the unsung heroes of faith did!
There are no small roles, only small actors. [Konstantin Stanislavski]
Several years ago, I purchased a beautifully drawn coloring book featuring scenes from the Colorado mountain town that had been part of our lives for thirty-five years. Since it was a gift for one of my grands, I asked the artist to sign the book. She added these words to her signature: “Don’t be afraid to color outside the lines!” Was the artist’s advice limited to her book or was it about something more?
Because most of the disciples hailed from Galilee where fishing was fundamental to the area’s economy, Jesus’ parable comparing the Kingdom of Heaven to a fishing net gave them a beautiful visual image of the Kingdom when the final judgment occurs. Since we’re not Galilean fishermen, however, our picture of a fishing net might be like the hand-held ones used for trout or bass fishing. Jesus, however, used the word sagéné, meaning dragnet; its English equivalent is seine.
While writing Monday’s devotion about the seemingly insurmountable giants we face, I wondered about the identity of my Goliath. Of who or what am I afraid? What giant looms over me and blinds me to the presence of God?
While reading about David and Goliath, I realized that it’s not just our seniors who can be undervalued or overlooked. It’s as wrong to disregard the youth in our midst as it is to discount the old. Likewise, just as some seniors may underestimate their gifts, the same could be said for those who still count the years rather than the decades! Age is just a number to God—He’s more interested in willing hearts than number of years!
English philosopher Francis Bacon defined “old age” as “always 15 years older than I am.” He would have liked it here in southwest Florida because there always seems to be someone fifteen years older. Nevertheless, having recently celebrated my 77th birthday, it’s getting increasingly hard to find them! While I enjoy being told I look good, I don’t like hearing the “for your age!” ending that sentence! Hearing that qualified compliment, being called “Hon” or “Sweetie” by a waitperson or nurse less than half my age, or people assuming my grey hair means I’m computer inept and/or hard of hearing remind me of the subtle ageism in today’s society.
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