Someone pounded on our front door. The dogs (Cujo and Satan) barked their heads off. I leapt off the couch where I was clipping Guinea Pig Hoss’s toenails. I tucked Hoss like a football and ran for the door. There on the front steps, was a small white bubble wrap envelope, a package from Amazon.
It wasn’t ours, it was for a neighbor. So I put down the Guinea Pig, slid out the crack of the door to avoid a dog lunge, picked up the package with two fingers to ward off germs, and ran in my pajamas after the delivery guy.
He stopped and looked at me. His eyes were weary over his regulation mask. “Wrong house,” I said.
“I am so sorry,” he replied.
“Oh my gosh,” I answered. “No need to be sorry. You’re my hero. Thank you for the hard work you do.”
He visibly relaxed. His eyes smiled and he got in his van to escort the package to its rightful home. And that was that.
The other day in church, I spoke about singing to unsung heroes as a strategy for coping with quarantine.
All day, I thought about that anonymous delivery guy, doing his best to meet peoples’ needs. Perhaps he’s supporting a family; or maybe putting himself through school. My thoughts about the Amazon guy rippled out to embrace other anonymous heroes – the people in our local grocery stores, the medical professionals, the parents keeping their children safe at home, members of our congregation who give and receive support so freely.
When we sing to unsung heroes, the unsung heroes sing a chorus of blessings back to us. Our heightened awareness of them magnifies the texture of grace that supports us even now.
Who are the unsung heroes in your life? Would you name at least one below and tell us why?