“She” is in trouble again, captured by my arch nemesis. I must rescue her, proving my manhood and worth. I couldn’t be more than 10 or so… diving down into the eight foot pool, now suddenly filled with a school of sharks. My faithful cartilaginous pals and fellow warriors. It was always the same story played over and over in my mind. The beauty is in danger, taken into the depths of the sea. She’s trapped and drowning… I must plunge into the deep, into the darkness and free the damsel.
No rescue is accomplished without peril and sacrifice. In the saving, I lose my life – willingly laying down who I am. What I want, is to restore life and peace to the beauty at whatever cost.
So Sharkman would die for his beloved, but in the illogical world of a pre-teen, he would – eventually – return to life. He would return, not to claim the beauty as his own (for that would be too selfish), but to be a lone wanderer seeking the next “soul” to save.
After Sharkman would rise, he would live in anonymity until he was needed once again…
22 years later…
I need you “Sharkman” – (or should I say, Jesus)! Come back and restore me! My young mind took your story Lord, and made it about myself. Forgive me. But I have lost something that the boy who imagined Sharkman had, once upon a time. I’m in desperate times and I need you to return! (As I’m writing this tears fill my eyes)
Sharkman is a part of me that I have buried. That I killed off in despair.
Will he return?
Come back, reintegrate into my life, my hero within! I miss your boldness and your passion! Jesus is the true hero, Jonathan, you didn’t have to die for anyone!
Lord Jesus, restore the passion and imagination of that 10 year old boy. Restore the heart that is now weary and downtrodden with the weight of a dreary existence. In dependence of you, grant me his strength, joy and love. Yet extinguish the self-righteous tendencies and pride-filled false humility.
Will he return?
Come back, reintegrate into my life, my hero within! I miss your boldness and your passion! Jesus is the true hero, Jonathan, you didn’t have to die for anyone!
Lord Jesus, restore the passion and imagination of that 10 year old boy. Restore the heart that is now weary and downtrodden with the weight of a dreary existence. In dependence of you, grant me his strength, joy and love. Yet extinguish the self-righteous tendencies and pride-filled false humility.
Looking back I see my inability to have what I wanted – even in my fantasy life. Ah such shallow altruism that hangs on to the present.
Forgive me, Father.
Thank you for speaking to me through a child’s heart.
Written October 29 and 30, 2010
Forgive me, Father.
Thank you for speaking to me through a child’s heart.
Written October 29 and 30, 2010
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