You do not have to be a super hero to be used by God on behalf of His kingdom endeavors. In fact, He would prefer that you be content with being yourself and do those things He leads you to do right where you are.
It's just a bridge in the same way Everest is just a mountain, or Dempsey was just a fighter, or Patton was just a soldier. The Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco's most identifiable landmark, was an engineering marvel. Its construction defied all odds, and oddly enough serves as the perfect model for Christian living.
America's rugged mountain peaks are besieged each year by millions of would-be conquerors-modern day wilderness warriors armed with freeze-dried food, sleeping bags, canteens, sunglasses, maps and bug repellent. These hearty survivalists serve as their own pack mules, a virtual mini-mart on two legs.
The morning sun finally had begun to defrost the Alaskan landscape. It was a welcome relief after another tough nightand winter. Now it was spring-April 1, 1946, to be exact-and the long wait for a kinder and gentler Mother Nature finally had paid off. Everything, it seemed, was right with the world. All that would soon change.
High above the familiar skyline of Alexandria stood Pharos Lighthouse, one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. The lighthouse was designed as a safety mechanism for sea-going traffic. At the same time, it had become an incomparable landmark for the city. In the ancient world, only Egypt would multi-task on such a grand scale.
Few ballplayers ever have played the game as Mantle did. He launched homeruns like missiles. As a switch-hitter, he was dangerous from either side of the plate; and because of his enormous power, cautious infielders routinely would take a few steps backward as he stepped to the plate. As if playing tricks, Mantle often would lay down a bunt. He ran with the speed of a cheetah-gracefully yet powerfully. His throwing arm held runners in check like a cop with a radar gun. He was as complete a player as ever was.