I Want to be a Victor Kind of Human.
There's this thought I just can't get out of my head this weekend: I want to be the Weston's friend, Victor, kind of Christian. Kind of human. Victor. The fifth-grade boy from Annunciation Catholic School in Minneapolis whose knee-jerk reaction was to shield his friend ,Weston, from the bullets when evil stormed into their chapel service, locked and loaded. There are so many different ideas of what a Christian is like...and that's the one I want to identify with. Victor. It kind of brings me back to when I first learned about Jim Elliot, who was martyred while making friendly contact with a tribe in the Amazon. He had refused to bring bullets with him because he did not want to be in a position where he might hurt the very people, he had come to share Jesus with. That story shaped me. As did the story of Desmond Doss, the conscientious objector who won the congressional medal of honor for all the lives he saved at the Battle of Okinawa. I think about Shane Claiborne, wh...