Sep 172012
 

It’s easier to rise up during a crisis than in the day to day. Mundane bravery is boring. Often overlooked. Rarely receives accolades. Yet it’s those who practice mundane bravery that change our lives.

The teacher who day after day patiently helps the struggling student.

The parent who juggles a full-time and several part-time jobs in order to provide the basics.

The husband who faithfully cares for his ailing wife.

The woman who endures chronic illness without bitterness – who doesn’t loathe all those who don’t understand.

The child who talks with the classmate everyone else shuns.

The parents who refuse to use their children as pawns in the who-can-provide-their-children-the-absolute-most game.

It feels better to do something big and brilliant. To rescue someone from a burning building. To swoop in and save the day for a friend in crisis (with lots of people looking on, of course).

It’s harder to be slow and steady. To help when no one is watching. To do the right thing when the results are less than noteworthy. To be faithful to the end. To be patient with those who are clueless. To be the only friend. To be counter-cultural.

But in the mundane bravery, we find glimpses of Glory.

Do you have an example of mundane bravery to share?

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  4 Responses to “On Mundane Bravery”

  1. My husband consistently does one of those mundane brave things. Approximately every 56 days my husband takes time out of his busy schedule to donate blood. He is almost at the 20 gallon mark, yes 20 gallons:).

    I am sure countless people have received the benefits of this small sacrifice every 56 days. He has encouraged our four children to donate with him and they have. He has given some of his employees paid time off if they will go donate blood with him.

  2. I can’t think of any personal stories at the moment, but I’ve been reading up on quiet introverts whose simple acts of bravery propelled them into leaders and spurned movements. People like Rosa Parks or Ghandi—they were introverts who led quiet lives but whose simple acts of bravery was noticed. I don’t think any of them sought fame or wanted to dash into a burning building. It’s the quiet bravery and it’s no less grander than the louder ones.

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