My Brother, My Hero

October 29th, 2008

Focus Text: Proverbs 7: 4 (NLT)

4 Love wisdom like a sister;
      make insight a beloved member of your family.

 

Stop Here and Reflect Before Reading Ahead

I am the youngest of three children.  My brother Michael is two years older than me.  Consequently, yesterday was his birthday.  When you’re the youngest sibling, there is a certain hero worship that happens with your older brothers and sisters.  The oldest child in our family is my sister and I certainly hold her in the highest regard; but since Michael was the closest in age to me and was also a boy, he became my childhood hero.  Whatever he did and wherever he went, he could always glance back just a few feet back to find a younger, chubbier version of himself awkwardly trying to mimic his actions.

When we were little, this was fine.  I was a suitable playmate for mud fights or imaginary games of cops and robbers.  I could be counted on to throw the football around the yard or to swing on the vine in the woods at our house.  We would jump on the trampoline and ride our bikes together, spending hours and hours of time out on adventures of two-wheeled exploration.  At my age, such activities would have never been permissible by myself, but the presence of my older brother guaranteed my safety.  

Mike was a great big brother (and still is.)  At the time, I was innocently naive as to how much trouble I was. I couldn’t do things as well as he could.  He was faster.  Stronger.  And though we shared a few girlfriends in our lives, they always “went with” him first . . . whatever that means.  I suppose that I was the consolation prize when they lost hold of the older Driver brother.  Eh, I didn’t care.

Now don’t get me wrong, Mike understood his privileges as the older brother.  Such privileges included a constant stream of innocent teasing.  He was always quicker to the punch and wittier than me.  I hated it! Well, and I loved it because to me, he was the funniest human on earth . . . and he still is quite funny.  I could always be counted on to mess up his jokes when I tried to reproduce them.  It’s like he had the touch.

He was also a bit mischievous at times.  Yeah right!  He was the most mischievous person I’ve ever known! My brother would playfully torment me with seemingly endless endurance.  His patience with the execution of practical jokes rivaled that of Mother Teresa.  At times, he might be found pinning my arms back with his knees and stuffing dirty socks in my mouth.  You know, brothers!  

His favorite thing to do was to sit with me on the couch and cover my eyes so that I couldn’t see the television.  Then, he would say, “Oh, wow!  Look at that!”  Of course, it didn’t matter what show was actually on . . . I would scream and squirm in my best attempt to escape his grip and view what he was watching. Sure, any big brother might try such a maneuver; but my brother had the personal joke endurance to cover my eyes for an entire thirty minute program!  I’ve always admired his tenacity and to this day, I wonder what amazing television programs I missed out on.

When we got a little older, you’d think that the “little brother shadow routine” would have worn out its welcome, but that wasn’t the case.  Though I know that Mike probably had more than a few eye rolls over my immature comments around his older friends, he always included me in whatever he was doing.  I never felt left out.  Furthermore, though I may have been the object of more than a few practical jokes from Mike and his friends, I pitied the dude who ever tried to pick on me.  Even in my young adult years, my brother has always been the first one to spring to my aid if he even suspects that someone is mistreating me.  

I feel the same way about him.  Why?  Because that’s what brothers do.

I could write similar reflections about the other members of my family (and I very well may since I write these threads daily), but my point is this: family is the deepest human connection that we will ever experience.  Just the fact that we look alike, sound alike, and literally have the same blood types running through our veins is a testament to the closeness of family.  Even when family members aren’t necessarily “blood” related, there is an unbreakable bond that forges between the individuals who share a household. Though we may at times be estranged, offended, or disconnected from each other, the biological and spiritual connections of family are designed to be impervious to severing.  

How significant then it is that Solomon would advise us to make wisdom and insight “beloved members of our family.”  The imagery here leads us towards a cohabitation with wisdom rather than random visitations. When we allow wisdom to share a roof with our own lives, then we can truly begin to understand the intricacies of its principles.  Like family, there are many times that we won’t agree with wisdom . . . even to the point of anger.  We won’t want to do what it says, yet because we’ve made it a lifestyle, we must reconcile ourselves with Godly insight and again sit down at the table of divine reflection for another family meal . . .  even if the main dish is crow.

Like my brother . . . my hero, I know that the wisdom of the Lord is looking out for me.  I know that God through the mercy and grace of His divine plan has devised just the right path for my steps.  I may not like it all the time, but hey– we’re family!  And brothers don’t shake hands . . . brothers gotta hug!

 

 

 

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~ by johndriver on October 29, 2008.

3 Responses to “My Brother, My Hero”

  1. Aww…cute. =) well, that’s how I feel about my older brother, although he used to be mean to me a lot, I still looked up to him. I still do.

    We’re supposed to love wisdom. Not only have a liking for it, but to yearn for it. Every chance we have at wisdom, we need to take. You don’t want to miss out on it especially when you really need it. “look both ways before crossing the street” That seems unnecessary, but one you come to a busy intersection…downtown…during rush hour, it may then not be such a bad idea to try. wisdom = good. good = God. God = awesome. Do the math, if you’re good, you’re awesome. =p

  2. I mean, if you have wisdom, you’re awesome…hehe

  3. I never really thought of wisdom as family. Interesting concept. One thing about family is that they always have your back. God’s wisdom will do just that when we are willing to search for it. That’s how it is in family situations sometimes. I can sometimes tell exactly what is wrong with a family member, and other times I have to search for the problem. In the end, we learn what went wrong and how to fix it. We talk it out. We learn together, which brings us closer. When we learn about God’s wisdom, we are more likely to learn a little more about him! 🙂

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