Another day, another story!
Reflections on Lent - Day 5
First, I'm not sure my numbers are right. I understand once again for reasons I don't get straight Sundays are not counted in the 40 days of Lent.
Next, It's good to be with you always. It's late for me. Feels even later. I have a very, very early morning and so tonights reflection will not be in full. That will be tomorrow. Which will be Day 6 which will really be a continuation of Day 5. This day.
My youngest son took me to the movies Sunday. This is a happy moment for me. I like hanging out with my boys as I consider them at any and all ages. And movies are one of our happy places. The theatre, that moment that the light dims, the screen comes to life and we are propelled into story. I liked it.
The Movie is based on the graphic novel Battle Angel Hunter Warrior. I found touches of Blade Runner with Roller Derby thrown in. Things that purest would say, no, no. But I say yeah, yeah, I get to consume the story and see it through my eyes.
So, I'm sticking with Blade Runner. Roller Derby.
What struck me in reflecting today was - that suit.
*Spoiler Alerts ahead
Aleta has been salvaged from the junk heap, discovered to be alive (she's a cyborg) her brain fully hers and functioning but missing a body. She is given a body that was built for someone who died. But she discovers a large, metal, amazing, technology forward from the past and perhaps an alien species - the perfect body. Which once examined by the good adoptive father - that it is one of the greatest weapons of all time. Protective, fast, strong, and molds to the image Aleta has of herself. Fortunately, she has a great image of herself as a Warrior. A strong, successful one.
We all need that suit. We need the one that protects from every nature of attack. That gives us a strength beyond our normal. Something that will carry us higher and farther than we've thought possible but have always dreamed we'd reach.
Tonight, as I drove home, as I thought of Aleta's super-suit I considered an old poem about Spiderman and how he just doesn't want to put on the suit but it's who he is. It's his identity. He has to do it. He has to be Spiderman.
Cousin Deb loves to hear me recite this poem as it's written with this really funny dialogue tang to it. I should do it here and upload and audio and maybe bounce back and do that this week. But it's late. And what I want to say about suits - the ones we want, desire, wish for - and then the ones that are given to us, our suits and identities ours to wear alone. And somewhere between those two ideas is the vulnerable open. The meadow we must cross in our life that has the name of time. The exposed identity of who we are without tangible superpowers.
When I made the turn of 440 heading to 40 making my way to Cheatham county through the dark I passed a car that was pulled over on the inside of the turn where cars normally don't pull over. Unless they must. And then the car seemed skeletal, missing more than one tire. Another car miles down the road had a huge tow truck, trying to load it with a blaring spotlight that threatened to cause more accidents.
Machines, like people, break down. Struggle to get along. Keep on going. Even the finest, sleekest, most amazing. I've been listening to Shoot for the Moon on audio book. The struggles of the astronauts, all their training, all that superior excellence, that entire organization known as NASA behind them - it couldn't stop sleepless nights. It couldn't stop three of the engineers having breakdowns after a tragic accident. One of them having to actually be carried away in a straight-jacket and they took him to get counseling and help. And as I'm listening to this phenomenal story I'm thinking - them too. Vulnerable. Affected. Those super-smart, shoot for the stars, incredible human beings in the end were still human.
Invincible. If are not invincible nor were we meant to be. But we forget that as we hold that bar before us, believing the world, this life, someone, expects us to keep fighting and keep winning and to do it without being broken in the process.
God bless the broken down and the broken hearted. Those stuck somewhere, stranded on the side of the road or just in this life, waiting in the dark hoping for help to come along.
We don't get those super-suits. We get all of the unique and wonderful things that we are. We get to be emotionally naked Humans - day in and day out.
And in that knowledge there is a deep and abiding reservoir of strength.
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