Heroes Come in all Shapes, Sizes, and Ages

Meet Sylvia. Sylvia is a pastor. Sylvia is soon to be eighty-two. Sylvia preaches weekly and leads worship. Her congregation is in a small town no one heard of until September 11, 2001 when United Airlines Flight 93 crashed into a field so close she could see the smoke.  

Sylvia was inundated with visitors at her church for months afterwards. People who would've never stopped in her small town were now in her audience. She was able to minister to people you and I may never have contact with.

The crowds have diminished but Sylvia is still there. Week after week. She is a fireball and if you met her you'd gasp when you realized her age because she is young in everything she does. 

Sylvia also runs in marathons and consistently wins for her age group. Mostly because she is the only one competing in her age group.

Sylvia is a hero to me. She doesn't let her age stop her. She doesn't let the "population of ..." signs in her town keep her from giving hope to the people in her community. 
God is still using Sylvia on a daily basis to minister to those around her.

Sylvia insists that while she's aging she isn't getting old. I want to be like her when I grow up.


  1. I like the new look of your blog!

    1. Thank you! I still have a long way to go with it but it's a start.


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