Right?
I mean, that isn't just one of those cliches that litters every movie, every comic book, every novel written and story told.
Is it?
The world is on the brink of destruction. A nuclear bomb is about to blow. A meteor is heading for earth. A monster is attacking the city. A villain is about to obtain unmatchable power.
BUT THEN ....
That one special person does the one thing no one else could do.
However, then there are the "real" stories.
A fighter rises to the occasion. A teacher inspires a small group of students. One person helps another person through an exceptionally difficult time.
Am I crazy to say that I have a hero complex. I love the everyday heros. I love people who do greater than they ever thought they could through grit and dedication. But I dream of heroics.
Flying over rooftops.
Lifting immovable objects.
Outrunning cars.
Staring down the barrel of a gun, invulnerable.
I wonder how many of our dreams, the grandeur and hype of them, are really gifts. What if God put in my heart, your heart the heart of a hero. We are made in the image of an unlimited, all-powerful, perfect God.
What if my dream of being a superhero, of having unmatched powers, of saving the world and making everything better is really a veiled dream of being like my God?
I could play point-counterpoint here, but why bother?
We are the image of the invisible God.
... and He is the author of my dreams.
