There is a group of brave writers who take five minutes each Friday (or in my case Monday, or Tuesday, or…) to write together on the same prompt. We set the timer and let our fingers fly for 300 seconds and see where we end up. Today’s prompt is:
Oh, how we all crave a hero! We make heroes out of men, women – flesh and blood celebrities that we exalt until they inevitably crash at out feet. So then we create imaginary ones. Long lines of superheroes who rescue us from evil villains. And this is not a phenomenon that started with comic books or Iron Man movies. Ancient literature is filled with heroes, people who do the impossible, take on giants, monsters, gods in search of love, peace or fame. What is it in us that craves a hero?
There is evil in this world. You don’t have to look much beyond the first few minutes of your local news show to know this. We are wounded by evil. Scarred by the claws that seek to rip our hearts and lives to shreds. We are desperate for a way out, for hope. And so we imagine men and women who can defeat the monsters in our world. They become caricatures of our better selves. And this is not a bad thing. Unless. Unless we miss the Hero that stands in the wings of our lives, ready to rush into the chaos and destruction and bring order and hope. He won’t fight His way in uninvited. But He wants – so much! – to rescue you from the pain, the weight that threatens to suffocate your heart. He wants to do more than give you a safe, pleasant, comfortable life here. He wants you to join Him on His quest. He wants you to fight back the darkness with Him, to whisper words of the coming revolution into the hearts of the captives. And then, with your arms heavy from battle, your body scarred with the wounds of the enemy, He will take you to His kingdom and there you will find the peace and joy and love that your heart longed for and believed in.