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on superheroes & quiet nostalgia

 

prelude 

 

about a year ago, i saw the film “spider-man far from home” at the cinemas (you remember what those are still?). and me being me came out of the theater not necessarily entertained or uplifted by what i just saw, but in deep thought about…man, i don’t even know. salvation, i guess. way too heavy coming from somewhere way too light-hearted. (leave it to me to see God in everything...and to connect everything back to Him…).

 

with a few moments to myself after the movie, this is what i wrote. and i guess i just needed to share it for no other reason than to relate to those who’ve felt exactly the same way:

 

you & me, don’t forget: we’re heaven-bound.

 

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“But God will ransom my soul from the power of Sheol, for He will receive me.”
~Psalm 49:15

 

what is a world full of riches and fame without the Lord your God?

 

what is success in the land of death when God dwells in the light of the living?

 

what is a “labor of love” when Love Himself is absent in its midst?

 

what is true love when you know not the Truth?

 

who shall envy the mockers? who shall dwell in the palaces of kings when the Almighty is in the presence of the righteous and righteousness is among those He saves? what is salvation and power among a people that cannot recognize the hand of God nor the might of His outstretched arm and steadfast love? a people that’s refused mercy and scorned grace? what is illusion and what are relationships not centered on the gracious embrace of Jesus and His cross? what is burden when His yoke is easy? what is light in a world that’s only known darkness?

 

we race after superheroes, revere celebrities and cast our hearts down on the feet of men, not seeking the glory of God but the glory of the created, when it’s no glory at all.

 

i forgot. i forgot my identity. that You’re all i need.

 

i seek for salvation and glory in men when i am nothing without You. i don’t want to make that mistake anymore.

 

the world cries for a savior and You gave him to us. but we could not accept a savior that we saw as weak. but Your love is what saves, O God, stronger than all creation. Your love that never relents is the only salvation worth praising and dying for.

 

save me now. my life cannot and does not belong here. it belongs to You.

 

this world, despite its shiny things, is not my home.

 

i want the eternal pearl, the real salvation. not superheroes in cloaks and tights that human beings dreamt and created.

 

not anymore.

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  1. Keturah LambAugust 6, 2020 at 4:24 PM

    That's gorgeous. And yes, my family can't stand watching movies with me for this reason ;D

    MB: keturahskorner.blogspot.com
    PB: thegirlwhodoesntexist.com

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