Why We Need Heroes

by AnnMarie Hoyt

AnnMarie Hoyt

I love stories. I love reading stories, telling stories, and I most especially love hearing my son share ones he’s made up. And, let me tell you, there are a ton of those!   Since he was very little, he’s created entire worlds and characters with backstories. He has the most wonderful imagination of anyone I’ve ever met. It’s absolutely lovely.

So, imagine my delight when he asked me to share with him a story I create with MY imagination. No pressure!

I immediately went to a place of comfort and familiarity by making up a story of a noble knight, a fair princess, a dragon, and a sorceress queen. I even threw in a jackalope for good measure. (What can I say!? He certainly gets his imagination honestly.)

After making up a short story, he immediately pressed me for more. It’s several months later now, and every time we are together, he continues to excitedly ask for the “next chapter.” At this point, I’ve told him several continuing stories about this noble and brave knight, and when I’m not telling them, he’s asking me questions about the characters’ motivation during certain situations.

We’ve laughed out loud. I’ve surprised him (did I mention the sorceress queen was the knight’s mother? Curve ball!), and it’s really become something we both look forward to. Something special we are sharing.

Who knew a little made-up story would become so important?

But this got me thinking. Why do we tell stories of bravery and nobility? Of heroism and adventure? Why have the classic stories and folklore like King Arthur and Robin Hood survived, and why are they still being told?

I think it’s because deep down we connect with heroes. We root for them. At times, we even want to be them. It’s why superhero movies and TV shows are still being made.

We need heroes in our lives. We need them because life is often scary. Even dangerous.

We must have heroes because there are real dragons. And they know just what to say and do to make us stumble and fall.

I know how the story ends, though. The Hero wins.

GK Chesterton


The Heavenly Warrior Defeats the Beast

I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and wages war. His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself. He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God. The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean. Coming out of his mouth is a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations. “He will rule them with an iron scepter.” He treads the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God Almighty. On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS. And I saw an angel standing in the sun, who cried in a loud voice to all the birds flying in midair, “Come, gather together for the great supper of God, so that you may eat the flesh of kings, generals, and the mighty, of horses and their riders, and the flesh of all people, free and slave, great and small.” Then I saw the beast and the kings of the earth and their armies gathered together to wage war against the rider on the horse and his army. But the beast was captured, and with it the false prophet who had performed the signs on its behalf. With these signs he had deluded those who had received the mark of the beast and worshiped its image. The two of them were thrown alive into the fiery lake of burning sulfur. The rest were killed with the sword coming out of the mouth of the rider on the horse, and all the birds gorged themselves on their flesh.

Revelation 19:11-21

DATE: 23/05/2016