When I was 9 years old, I would play ‘super hero’ with my twin brother Mike. We would trade off between Superman, Batman and Robin. It was fun to fantasize about our abilities to fly, leap over the house and obtain unbelievable strength.
One day, as Superman, i was running fast with my arms out in front of me with my little cape flying in the wind. I leaped up on an old rusty tractor my dad was storing in our back yard. the villains were closing in while my brother “Robin” was hiding in the shadows waiting to join me in the fierce battle. Quickly I opened a little tool box sitting next to the tractor seat. It was old and rusty. As I lifted the lid to grab a weapon of choice out flew 20 wasps, each stinging me at will.
BAM!, WHOP, ZING! You should have seen me. I immediately went from SUPERMAN to SUPERSISSY! Screaming like a girl, “no offense to girls”, I jumped to the ground and ran by “Robin” at the speed of light. I was crying and screaming with my little arms flailing wildly. I ran straight to my mommy.
Mike “Robin” fell over laughing. All in one split second, I lost my superpower and “Robin’s respect”.
You would think, as I grew up, that story would subside and no-longer have any impact on my life. WRONG!
Recently Pam and I were going for a walk by a lake. I parked my truck then proceeded to the trails. About an hour later we returned. In the back of my truck were two kayaks with fishing poles sticking out. As Pam and I got closer to the doors I noticed wasps all around my truck. It was like my horror story all over again, only now with my wife standing by my side instead of “Robin”.
Without even thinking I turned and ran, leaving Pam behind. I was so scared I ran right into my fishing poles. When they snapped back into their prior position, they snapped Pam right on her leg. (drawing blood) I was long gone before I even noticed what happened. Standing 50 feet away I looked back and there she stood slowly swatting the wasps away, one by one. She had NO FEAR, I was so embarrassed. The wasps didn’t even bother her. I thought to myself “I think I married a wasp whisperer!” (not sure there is such a thing).
Life is so similar. We all have our superhero moments and our supersissy moments. The cool thing is we can always run to God. He won’t laugh at us, make fun of us or rebuke us. All we have to do is run to him. He finds a way to comfort our soul. As you may know, Jesus tells us to come to him.
Matthew 11: 28-30
28“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
When you are feeling like a superhero: Run to HIM
When you are feeling like a supersissy: Run to HIM
After all, even Superman has his own personal kryptonite.
Now you know mine: WASPS!
Now go and be different.