True confession – the media is getting on my nerves. Maybe I could save people time and energy with a quick summary of top news:

If you’re a TV or baseball star, and do drugs, you can get caught and/or die.
Royalty procreates just like everyone else.

I know my version is far less sensational. And no, I am not a stodgy cynic.

I don’t really mean to minimize the heartache of human loss, or make less of careers forever altered, or scoff at rich English tradition. I do however wish I could be a Robin Hood of the media, and redistribute the intensely focused attention on the few to the masses. For every effort relegated to welcoming the new prince, what of the thousands of babies born into poverty that aren’t considered? For every person who becomes enamored with this world and thinks the rules don’t apply to him or her, what about each person who is trying to do right? What about each ho-hum hour, each day, where you could very readily be a jerk, but choose otherwise? Yes, it has finally occurred to me, if I could be a super hero, who I would be: “Ordinary Girl”- I don’t even need a cape or tights: the success of each day’s conquests measured by the celebration of ordinary moments.

I think I may start by treating all the single moms of the world to breakfast. Then I’d give every kid a hug and read them a story. Next: full tilt cheerleader mode, ready and able to cheer on as many right, good decisions as possible. Hear that clapping? That was applause for your decision to bite your tongue and withhold hurtful words. See the masses doing the wave? Each go around celebrates your every small decision to deny self and stay within your budget. Finger snaps for each time you keep your cool, and choose love: cheers, hugs, pats on the back, fist bumps, and hoopla for each small victory in choosing to do right. Oh, I would be all over that job!

But wait, there is some of that, here on earth, if you choose to consider, choose to believe. Hebrews 12 says there is a great cloud of witnesses, a big ‘ole pile of saints who have come before us, not super humans, but regular Joes who had to make ordinary decisions to trust and obey, to not complain, and to do right. And they aren’t just hanging out – they aren’t sitting on their laurels of a fruitful past, they are FOR YOU! They are not only seeing your ordinary, boring life that nobody else will stop to pay any attention to – Honey, they are throwing you a “keep up the good work and keep going” parade:

12 1-3 Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we’d better get on with it. Strip down, start running—and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we’re in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he’s there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls! [Hebrews 12:1-3, Message]

So, until I get to be “Ordinary Girl,” cling to that good Word. No, no news channel, major magazine, or other form of media will pay your ordinariness any thought. The One that matters will, and He has arranged your very own cheering section. Cheers!

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