The world needs a hero.
We look all over for one. We make them up in red capes and pressed suits. We find them in stories and movies but they're not real. They don't do anything. We look to our leaders and tell them to save us. We vote for men and women and we think they can make things right.
They always seem to fail us.
Think about all the hero songs. Everyone from Chris Rice to Tina Turner has a hero song. We tell counselors to fix us and doctors to make us well. We try to buy enough things to convince ourselves and delude ourselves away from the terrifying reality that we need, above all other things, a hero. Because we cannot, no matter how great our technology or how magnanimous the personality, make our world right again, rid it of evil, and end the ever deluging tide swell of human suffering.
We remain a people in need.
We need our hero.
And He is coming.
I read the Bible and I see a God who loves us and who made us and loved us so much that He created us with the great power to choose Him or to choose evil. We mostly choose the latter. He was not content to leave us to the just penalty of our decisions. Instead, because of His great love for us who keep choosing evil, He became one of us and lived and breathed and ate and suffered the temptations and limitations and depredations of being human. And when He claimed to be the one we've all been looking for, when He looked at those around Him and said, "I am your hero", they took Him and beat Him and tore the skin form his back. They mocked him and spat upon the face of He who came to save us and the took him and nailed him to a dirty board and stripped our Hero of all the dignity His eternity has earned Him.
And there our hero died.
But our hero did not come merely to die and prove to us how evil we can be. We, locked in a the prison cave of our own evil desires and actions, and guarded by a dragon so fierce and purely evil that he once looked God in the face and told He who created him that he deserved to rule as God.
And that dragon laughed when we nailed our hero to that cross. He laughed because he knew that we would always kill our hero. That we would always choose to destroy ourselves instead of loving one another. That we would condemn ourselves to eternal torment rather than say we needed the hero we search for in every place, in every story, in every one who says they can save us.
But our hero did not stay down. He rose. He conquered death and the grave and by His great love for us slew the dragon who kept us where we thought we wanted to be. And He freed us. He crashed through the walls and broke us from our chains and said to us, "I have set you free. Follow Me."
And He left us to tell the story of what He has done. But He has not left us forever. He is coming. Our hero. My hero. He is coming back to save us and to make all things right. He will not wear a red cape or a dark suit. He will ride instead on a white horse and His name is Faithful and True. He is the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords.
And He is coming.
He is my hero.
Come soon, my Hero. Come soon.