My 4 year old is obsessed with superheroes right now. He regular dons capes and climbs walls. He leaps off of couches and flies to the ground. He falls asleep with soaring sounds in his mouth and wakes up with stories of dreams where he accomplished the impossible. He is my little hero, as he rushes to help put veggies in the pot, happily aids my washing of the floors, and by my side, cleans toilets.
Sometimes the cultural norms pervasive in our society, depress me. A clorox adverstizement speaks emotively of relationships only to twist it into fear of germs, fear of contact, fear of relating. A television comedy, causes chuckles, even laughter, while inundating parents with beliefs that they can never have deep connection with their teenagers, that the goals in life are to have our children dating and popular. A reality show stacks the cast with sexually permissive but charming young adults.
Schools miss the mark on making children loved and accepted, fadish agendas sidle academic rigor, superficial trivia replaces deeply explored knowledge.
Worried they can not trust themselves, parents give their children away to those who are less invested, less connected. Institutions instiutionalize, checking off boxes rather than co-participating in soul discovery of who the child was made to be.
The list goes on and on. The tide of culture seems to overwhelm all efforts to do good, to be content, to live a simple life of love. I feel the despair of how far we are from our purist call, from our primary objective, from being a culture that holds up what is true, what is good, what is beautiful in each individual and esteeming those things, from being parents who love and cherish instead of fear and conscript.
But then I remember my Superhero.
I remember, he doesn't just dream of doing the impossible, but he has already done it. He doesn't just hope for super powers, he has them.
Jesus reminds me, "In this godless world you will continue to experience difficulties. But take heart! I've conquered the world." John 16:33
Take heart, take heart...
If I stop just looking at the cultural norms as my barometer. If I can let his power be my main source of comfort, of perspective, of hope; he can make me an agent of change in my little corner of the world. He can give me little important tasks to do, little ways to stand against the tide of culture, simple ways of avoiding the pitfalls of this day's low slung standards. If I make him my source, then He will save me, and he will use my little life to save others from obtrusive societal pitfalls.
Good news, good news.
My little boy's dreams mustn't be squelched. I can smile at his antics. When his feet touch the ground, I can look him in the eyes and say with assurance, "That's right, little man, God made you to be a superhero in this world, and this world needs you. So, take heart. The One with all the power, is the ultimate conquering hero, and through him, nothing will be impossible for you!"
What cultural assumptions are you invested in that are dragging you far from God's best? What ways are you letting your beliefs and behaviors be lead by societal thinking? How are norms in this world affecting your family lifestyle and the ways you mother?
Have you looked at the Conquering Superhero today and asked him for powers to counter them? You can, right now, and then begin to discover again that you are a hero in this world too!