I smelled rubber as the sedan screeched to a halt. With legs sprawled, palms stretched wide, and arms waving, my three-year-old son Matthew stood in front of the car with an expression of delight. How had he slipped his hand out of mine? I scooped my son into my arm, tightened my grip on my daughter’s hand, and approached the driver’s side of the car. I apologized profusely.
Once inside the grocery store, I set my son in the cart seat and lifted my daughter into the basket.
“Son, what were you thinking?” I asked, dumbfounded.
“I’m Superman! I stop car!” Matthew said. He flexed his muscles to demonstrate his power.
“Mom,” my daughter said, “That was neat.”
“Not exactly,” I said, knowing I’d ask my husband to once again discuss street safety. I think I’ll put the Super Hero videos away for a while, I thought, but I knew that would be futile.
To my three-and-four-year-old children, Super Heroes were as real as Charlotte the spider who lived on the back porch, and I was not permitted to sweep her web away in case she wanted to write a message. The Easter Bunny lived in the neighborhood—my children had seen him. Sure enough, Gilligan was going to teach my children boating skills—as soon as he got off the island. And Mr. Rogers certainly would bring Lady Elaine and Daniel for a visit soon.
Super Heroes empower children. With their imagination activated, they can envision the world as a safe place to grow, learn, and play. Once we become adults, we lose that safety-net of knowing there is a super-power greater than ourselves…or do we? With faith activated, we can know the One who is more majestic than any imaginary Super Hero, and His name is mightier than any name that is named.
With faith activated, we can know the One who is more majestic than any imaginary Super Hero, and His name is mightier than any name that is named.
Are you looking for a Super Hero? Look no farther than Jesus Christ. He is the One who carries our fears—so we don’t have to. He is the One who activates our dreams—even those we gave up on ever achieving. Jesus Christ is the One who restores broken lives—He heals the body that aches and the doctors haven’t been able to find the ailment or the cure. Jesus reinstates the marriage that is shredding apart day-by-day, as we grasp for dying love. Jesus provides bread on our table when the mortgage is due and the dollars are few.
In I Timothy 1:15b KJV, Paul pens a picture of our Super Hero, “Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners; of whom I am chief.” Even though Paul committed great sins, he knew Jesus Christ saved and transformed him. I like that, because it lets us know we qualify regardless of the ways we’ve messed up. With Christ’s super powers as the only begotten Son of God, He chose to live, die, and raise to life to pardoned us. Jesus has a beautiful future for us. This is why he pens this praise, “Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen. (1 Timothy 1:17 KJV)”
How can we thank our Super Hero Jesus Christ as eloquently as Paul did? Even though we are adults, God has placed within us the indelible gift of imagination. As we pray, we can envision with child-like faith just how majestic our Super Hero truly is. And He is REAL.
Heavenly Father, help me to envision my real-life Super Hero Jesus Christ, in all of His majesty and splendor. Amen
Copyright 2020: My Super Hero: Author Diane Virginia Cunio, Pen Name Diane Virginia: All Rights Reserved: https://vinewords.net/diane-virginia-my-super-hero/
Published: February 2020: Presbycan Daily Devotional: Robin Ross, Submissions Editor: http://www.presbycan.ca