My Heroes Aren't Cowboys Anymore

This post begins like so many good stories....

Can I tell you a secret?

My heroes are fallen. My friends are those I've failed before to recognize, and their numbers are precious fewer than previously calculated.

This is all unexpectedly comforting -- because now I know where I stand. And I've got choices to make. Do I allow power and ambition and gossip and vanity cloud God's vision for who I should become, or do I choose to align myself with those (be they few) who constantly strive to match stride with our Master?