With all the news about Paris, all the social media awareness and displays of support, we all are unified by our disdain for the loss of human lives and our repulsion toward the cowards who think, who arrogantly assume, that God is honored by their hate and murder.
I feel foolish, then, given the gravity of the situation, when my mind goes back to the movie Superman II. In it, terrorists take hostages in Paris for their cause of some such demands, and they threaten to level the city with a hydrogen bomb hidden in the Eiffel Tower. Lois Lane, ever on the prowl for a scoop, finds herself in the middle of the drama and Superman, as he is wont to do, shows up and saves the day.
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Back in real life, it’s difficult to be suddenly reminded that there are no super heroes. No one can fly in and save the day, at least not in the way we dream about. We are thankful for the police, fire fighters, and other emergency personnel who risk their lives to save others, but in my mind I wish all it took to make our cities safe was to light up the Bat-Signal. We commend the soldiers who protect the safety of their nation and who fight a battle on foreign soil, trying to choke out terror in its hive, but sometimes it would be nice to see justice delivered faster than a speeding bullet. We are thankful for the voices of sympathy and support that come from every corner of the world during seasons like this, but sometimes I fear gestures of support aren’t enough.
There is only one super man, that is the man Jesus Christ. There is only one Prince of Peace, and He is the one who shows His love in such a way the He died for both His friends and His enemies. In these times, I am thankful for God’s grace, for His justice, and for how He created US, you and me, to be the arms of His love. Let us love and pray for the innocent, the wounded, the frightened. But let us also do what no one other than Jesus can do… let us pray for those with blood on their hands. Let us pray that God would forgive them, to help them, somehow, be free of the hate, of their blindness, of the twisted awful system that creates and celebrates monsters.
It is a long shot, and I admit it might never change them… but I suspect it might change us.
That’s something even Superman couldn’t do.