I love heroes.  And this week, I’ve realized that my real heroes don’t have capes or tights or gadgets or masks.  They don’t fight evil robots or vampires or Lord Voldemort.  But they do fight bad guys.  They don’t defend the people of Metropolis or Middle Earth or Sunnydale.  But they do defend people.  My heroes are orphan sponsors.  My heroes fight injustice.  They fight poverty.  They sacrifice some of their own needs and wants to invest monthly in the life of a child.  My heroes beat back the darkness in the lives of kids who need them.  They rescue the fatherless from hopelessness.  They don’t wield a sword or a stake.  They wield the power of God.  They heal, they love, they are God’s hands.  My true heroes hug orphans.  Hug them with their letters, hug them with their sponsorship dollars, hug them with their arms.

Superheroes are my favorite.  I’m privileged to know a bunch.  And after next weekend, I’m gonna know a whole lot more.