Thursday, August 9, 2012
What Color is Your Cape?
Hands down, the best summer blockbuster is The Avengers. My favorite Marvel character is Robert Downey Jr.'s Iron Man, especially when he is defying authority.
Little girl me watched the after-school-television Batman, so perhaps my childhood cape is one lined with shimmery gold.
My adult cape is much heavier, a recognition of my own idolatry of power, wealth and celebrity ... Matthew McConaughey on the cover of Esquire comes to mind.
I often bristle and quickly argue a theology of compassion and human dignity for 'my' half of humanity, the female half. And I am easily convicted. All of the truly great men I know do not look like the celebrities on the cover of Esquire. A camera, even in the hands of a highly skilled photographer, cannot capture what matters in the men and women I love: self-denial, sacrifice, death, resurrection, suffering and rising, living in Christ.
Often these days, the cape of the super hero feels more like the heavy wings carried by the Angel of Grief — each person, each life, each story of death and redemption like a feather made of stone.
—James 5:19-20 MSG
Wonder Woman, Batgirl, Supergirl: vi.sualize.us
Angel of Grief at Wikkipedia: WWStoryRome