My Mother Pointed out the Real Heroes

Published: May 5, 2020, 7 a.m.

My mother was always an avid reader, constantly reading us the biographies of great missionaries and Christian workers. She often read them in English because in those days few Christian books were in Spanish. My first memory of her reading these stories is when I was about four or five years old. The one that struck me most deeply was about Hudson Taylor and his remarkable mission to China. Those men and women missionaries were my heroes, and they still are. Basketball players and musicians are not my heroes; they’re just gifted millionaires. Those who give their lives for the service of others, those who put their own comfort or safety aside to bring the Good News of Jesus to those who have never heard—they are the real heroes, and deserve to be honored and supported. We ministered as best we could in the hills of Córdoba, a city of about a million. We held children’s meetings in our house and in the open air. We held street meetings. We would do anything to proclaim the Good News. Sharing it was our life.   We spoke of everything other than Christian service as the “world.” Our family lived to preach the Good News Gospel, and we still do. And we have no regrets. I encourage you right now to get on your knees and say, “Lord, use me to bring the Gospel to the world.” And He will do it, I assure you. This is Luis Palau.