Forgotten Hero

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Forgotten Hero

I would like to think that many of we, at whatever age, look
toward our parents as the hero of our life. Although some now gone,
they are part of our very heart and very soul, ever speaking to us,
ever admonishing us, ever loving us, ever watchful of us when the
stress of life seeps underneath our doors, and through our windows.
Somehow our parents are always there. Yet our culture has become so
very magical, and the search for a hero so great, being able to
connect with that one special person amongst a myriad of choices, has
become elusive and tenuous. All around us in the world are subtle
distractions that make the search for our hero transparent.
As I sit and watch the television I take note of many things.
Everything can and does talk these days. Toilets and tea cups,
margarine and matches, lizards and lamps. Then there are those
talking bubbles that scour your kitchen sink and bathtub. As well,
our food not only talks to us, but attacks us. Hamburgers and sub
sandwiches argue, and the hot dogs jump out of their buns and start
sword fighting with each other. At the movies, we all sit in great
anticipation waiting to see what famous Hollywood personality gets to
save the world. Virtually every other show on cable has a person or
persons with super hero qualities.
Some hero’s fly, some have superhuman strength, some melt you
with their eyes, control you with their mind, levitate you, some are
just invisible. We can be transported from planet to planet, time
zone to time zone, then be home for dinner on time. We can morph
ourselves into everything from earthworms to elephants. Want to
change your gender for a day or a week, no problem. You are right in
thinking none of this is new, but when was the last time you got to
see a living dinosaur in someone’s front yard? When is that last time
you saw a ball game where you could not fall off of your broom stick?
Through our technology, our ability to manufacture fantasy is
absolutely incredible. So incredible sometimes one could believe it
real, if only briefly.
We live in a culture full of mystery, magic, and fantasy. As I
continue to flip through the channels, I notice that ghosts are
everywhere and nowhere, the aliens are on the verge of taking over,
and there is still no clear hero in sight. Too many choices, just who
is the best? When the lights go out, and the programming stops, and
the movie theaters shut down, where shall we go to find a hero? As
for me I do not have to go anywhere. My hero is with me all the time,
ever speaking to me, ever admonishing me, ever loving me, ever
watchful of me when the stress of life seeps underneath my door, and
through my windows. He is always there. My Hero is God.

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