I want to be a clone pt3 …Hero


When the house fell asleep

There was always a light

And it fell from the page to the eyes

Of an American boy


In a storybook land

I could dream what I read

When it went to my head I’d see

I wanna be a hero


But the practical side

Said the question was still

When you grow up what will you be?

I wanna be a hero



It’s a nice-boy notion that the real world’s gonna destroy

You know

It’s a Marvel comic book Saturday matinee fairytale, boy


Growing older you’ll find

That illusions are bought

And the idol you thought you’d be

Was just another zero


I wanna be a hero


Heroes died when the squealers bought ’em off

Died when the dealers got ’em off

Welcome to the “in it for the money as an idol” show


When they ain’t as big as life

When they ditch their second wife

Where’s the boy to go?


Gotta be a hero



It’s a nice-boy notion that the real world’s gonna destroy

You know

It’s a Marvel comic book Saturday matinee fairytale, boy


When the house fell asleep

From a book I was led

To a light that I never knew

I wanna be your hero


And he spoke to my heart

From the moment I prayed

Here’s a pattern I made for you

I wanna be your hero



Here is another Steve Taylor song that resonated with me as soon as I heard it. Musically, I’ll be honest, it is not one of my favourites, but lyrically I love it. It mirrors my up bringing and my feelings. I read a quote from Steve Taylor about this song,


“And sometimes, by the grace of God, we get it right. My eyes went bad at an early age from all the books I read late at night using the streetlamp outside my bedroom window (this wouldn’t have happened if I’d watched more television…). Biographies were a favorite, but the accounts I’d read at age nine didn’t necessarily tell the whole unvarnished story. The more I’d read, the more my heroes (except for maybe Abraham Lincoln) tended to shrink in stature, eventually causing my adolescent psyche no small amount of post- Watergate disillusionment (“Dad, what does ‘expletive deleted’ mean?”).”

Role models may vary in quality and consistency, but all are ultimately born to disappoint. Jesus is the only hero worth having.


Steve Taylor, August 1994

Growing up in Wales you cannot fail to have a few sporting heroes. My mother was a history teacher and I reached back in time and found other people to admire. Coming from a military family I had many military role models as well.


But as I grew older and learnt more about these heroes of mine. I found that some of my rugby heroes beat their wives, some others were alcoholics, those figures from history were more mythology than fact, and brave as those military men they were ordinary men that did extraordinary things.


I had looked for heroes in people like Alexander the Great. He failed me, I liked the recent quote I read where the author described Alexander the Great as, “…a short, ugly, left-handed, bi-sexual dwarf.” I don’t have a problem with short people, I’m no giant myself. Ugly is not an unusual trait in society (I have a mirror you know), some of the nicest people I know are left handed, my father, father-in-law, brother and wife among them. Bi-sexuality is not as widespread as some websites would have us believe, you know the ones, some of them are in your “Internet History”. I also know some really nice dwarfs (seven of them actually, no really I know seven dwarfs, that is not a joke, I really do, stop saying, “I’m sure you do Snow White”, I do, I can name them if you want and none of them is called Grumpy.)


None of the above characteristics, independently or as a collective group, lead me to want to call anyone “The Great”. One of my friends, who happens to be a dwarf, is called Dave. He is not the most handsome chap, he is left handed, I don’t think he’s bisexual (I don’t know though) but nobody calls him Dave The Great. Maybe it’s because he isn’t a warrior king who ruled the known lands of earth before he was thirty. Nobody wrote of him, “…and Dave wept because there were no more worlds to conquer.” Poor old Dave.


All the other heroes of mine had similar, if not as spectacularly ironic, failings. They were just men and women with all the good and bad that entails or else they simply just didn’t exist, take Robin Hood as one example. Before you start going on about Robert of Locksley etc etc please remember the romanticised figure we call Robin Hood, who robbed from the rich to give to the poor, is about as real Mickey Mouse. You can read about him everywhere but he is not real. Mickey the Mouse and Robin in the Hood are both, unfortunately, just made up. The man our Robin Hood is based on did exist. Hedid steal from the rich, but he gave his ill gotten gains, not to the poor, but to himself. Is that typical heroic behaviour? I don’t think so.


Then I read more about this Jesus guy, you know the one from Nazareth. The carpenter’s son who made it good. (John 6 v 42) “Is not this Jesus, the son of Joseph, whose mother and Father we know?”


Here is a hero that doesn’t disappoint. Like all the other would be heroes he is a role model, a man to be emulated. Like so many other, so called, heroic figures his aim is world domination – “Go to all the world and make them my disciples.” Like any good leader he will reward those who stay true to him, “I have come that they might have joy in abundance.” Like a lot of great people, though not all of them by any means, he comes from a good family, “…and a voice came from Heaven saying, “This is my beloved son.””


Unlike all the other would be heroes we can look at EVERY aspect of his life and try to be like him. There are dark corners to his life, no bits that we must over look in order to call him a hero.


We can look at all of Jesus’ life and see the perfect hero. In his attitude towards God, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul mind and strength…” in his attitude towards others, “…and love your neighbour as yourself.” We see perfection in the way he shows us how we should judge others, “Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.” Jesus shows us how to live a life full of love, but his was not a life without anger.


He shows that love to all, maybe especially to those that society values the least but his anger he reserves for the bigots of his time. Those who feel themselves above others, the Pharisees and Sadducees of that and every age. These are the ones Jesus shows his anger to. Heroically he stands up to the oppressors, the powerful, the corrupt and eventually it cost him his life and even at the time of his death we see the hero. Forgiveness and acceptance even to the end; for his executioners “Forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing” and to the believing thief, “Today you will be with me in paradise.”


Loving, forgiving, merciful; unjustly condemned, viciously executed, miraculous resurrected – here is someone worthy of the title “The Great.” This is Jesus. He wants to be your hero.


Will you let him?

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