Our culture is obsessed with celebrity. We love to identify people who we deem worthy of disproportionate adoration and attention and put them up on pedestals to be admired. We elevate the beautiful, the strong, the funny, the wealthy, the musical, and the athletic, those who embody the ideals of the flourishing of humanity, those who inspire us to aspire to what we imagine to be the best versions of ourselves. But what if these aren't the models of humanity to which we ought to aspire? What if the best, brightest and most beautiful elements of humanity lie hidden in unexpected places and people? And is it possible that we, by celebrating a more diverse image of humanity at its best, might actually gain a more clear and compelling image of God?