I Can Be Your Hero, Baby

I had the privilege of chaperoning a group of high school kids on a spring break trip to London and Paris this past March. I was speechless when we visited St. Paul’s Cathedral in London, Notre Dame and Sacré-Coeur Basilica in Paris. Those houses of worship are the most magnificent physical structures my eyes have ever seen. I can relate to what the disciples must have been feeling in the massively ornate temple. And then, to hear Jesus remark, “the time will come when not one stone will be left on another; every one of them will be thrown down.” – it must have been mind-boggling. How could a temple so massive be so temporary? What was it like for the religious leaders at that time to see something they put so much emphasis on destroyed some 40 years later?

A few nights ago we were watching Kung-Fu Panda. There’s a scene in which Master Oogway dies and his protégé, Master Shifu, is left devastated. My son commented on the scene a day later, about how sad Master Shifu must have been that his master had gone away. We related it to the deaths of his favorite heroes Qui Gon-Jinn, Obi Wan Kenobi and Yoda. How could masters so fierce be so temporary? What was it like for the Jedi Younglings and Padawans to see heroes they put so much faith in destroyed?

What ensued was an awesome conversation about the resurrection of Jesus and the permanence of God. As opposed to Jedi knights and kung fu masters (and monstrous temples), our master is never going away – our God is forever. I don’t revel in that fact often enough. Like the religious leaders and the younglings, I spend too much time focused on the temporary. I think I take God’s eternalness for granted too often. Offering a quick prayer or praise throughout the day, do I truly really appreciate the security that His foreverness offers or the coverage that it places over my life? Do you? What would life feel like if He remained our Hero everyday, all day?