So much is not seen.
What is heard hardly tells the story.
The hairline leaves little to gaze upon.
A good sergeant, he worries little about appearances.
He often feels what he believes is slipping away beneath his feet.
The commands barked from above seem detached from the situation on the ground.
He follows orders anyway.
To many he is somewhat of a joke.
A puppet. A man who cant think for himself.
Some may even use the word ‘coward’.
But none of this is accurate of course.
No, he is a man of honor.
He takes his vows and commitments seriously.
He will protect his wife. He will raise his children.
He will stand when others hide.
He will walk forward when others turn away.
Firm and steadfast.
He lives out daily the faith of his fathers.
Quietly and efficiently as possible.
No, he’s certainly not perfect.
And of this he is very conscious.
So much so he wonders often if God has chosen the wrong man.
And this is saving grace.
Humility is purgatorial.
It burns away the dross.
It polishes the trophy.
It propels him to love to heroic measures.
It keeps him around, in the game, engaged, alive, an active participant.
As much as it hurts, he knows it’s true, and he carries on, toward the goal.
Toward what he cannot see, toward what he certainly does not understand.
This man is a hero of faith.
And at the same time he is just another Joe.
Another Tom, Dick or Harry.
But in heaven, when all is said and done, he shall receive a crown.
His cross finally laid down, he shall finally see it as a walking stick.
A beautifully-crafted staff in the hand of a just and upright man.
A righteous upholder of God’s eternal law.
Then he shall take his place, very close to the King and Queen, right beside that other unknown man named Joe.
That common nobody led by angels and mocked by men.
The one chosen by God to raise the Messiah.
For where you find the anonymous man of whom I speak, you too shall discover the Holy Family.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph
Joseph, Mary, and Jesus.
On earth as it is in heaven.
A little humble home in the middle of nowhere.
An eternal kingdom emanating all that is good.
* Dedicated to my good friend, who I greatly admire.