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Batman…Leaving the Batcave one last time

Batman…Leaving the Batcave one last time

“Robin: Where’d you get a live fish, Batman?”

Batman: “The true crimefighter always carries everything he needs in his utility belt, Robin.”

Batman...Leaving the Batcave one last timeThe Batman character has certainly changed over the years. The series, and characters, that are on our minds this weekend, with the sad passing of Adam West, ran only three seasons beginning January 12, 1966, to March 14, 1968. Needless to say, my first remembrances of this classic were as a very young child myself. I can remember my two brothers running through the house shouting, “POW!” “Wham!” “ZOK!” (Yes, that was one, too!) “Splat!” and on and on they would go chasing each other through our small home. I was rather annoyed by the whole thing, and didn’t take much interest in the show unless Batgirl was on.

Her name also just happened to be Yvonne Craig, my first name as well, so, of course we had everything in common. (insert sarcasm here) If she was in an episode, I might sit down and watch it or sneak through the kitchen to get glimpses, not actually admitting I was interested in a boys crime-fighting show, naturally.

Fast forward a few years and I had a little blonde-haired, blue eyed boy of my own. He was fascinated with superheroes at a very young age. Super Friends was all the rage, bringing back old, beloved comic characters, all in one place. And, as luck would have it, Batman and Robin reruns were everywhere.

Even better? There were GUYS.

This iconic word served as a generic title for every super hero from Superman to GI Joe; our house was full of guys. You stepped on them, found them in precarious poses in your Lazy Susan, scooped them out of the bathtub, found them perched on window sills, where they had just scaled the wall to get in and save the world. Seriously, they took over my house. And this was still with just ONE little boy. The other two little tow-heads had not arrived yet!

Needless to say, whether by my own encouragement or not, we were Batman and Robin fans again. I have played the role of Lex Luthor, Robin, AquaMan, Wonder Woman, The Joker, and even Superman. But I do not recall EVER getting to be Batman. Only Kyle’s best friend and first cousin, Jeremy, was allowed to be Batman. And the only reason Kyle would succumb to that was because Jeremy had the costume.

Check out the backside picture. It’s just too much! The little guy, Michael was our good friend and neighbor who was also spending the night. He didn’t get the memo about the official pajamas but any good Mom can improvise and instantly add another super hero!

Robin: “You can’t get away from Batman that easy!”

Batman: “Easily.”

Robin: “Easily.”

Batman: “Good grammar is essential, Robin.”

Robin: “Thank you.”

Batman: “You’re welcome.”

Living in Indianapolis in 1986, the Dynamic Duo were appearing at a Comic Book Collector’s Convention. They had the Batmobile on display and the famous actors would be signing autographs.

We were in!

For two little five and six year old boys, meeting a real-live superhero was over-the-top in every way. We stood dutifully in line and Kyle and Jeremy were a tad bit nervous about shaking the hand of the two heroes who could put the Penguin on ice!

The closer they got, Jeremy became a little intimidated and wasn’t so keen on getting too close but he persevered. Meeting them in real life was kind of creepy and you had the foreboding that the Riddler would come leaping in with his hideous laugh and have us all tied up in question marks.

Jeremy getting his autograph!

Speeding forward in our Time Machine once more, Kyle called me yesterday morning. He is normally a texter so I figured something was up, hoping he needed a babysitter or wanted to chat about the awesome Worship Night on the Square that had just wrapped up a few hours before.

No. The conversation went something like this:

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“Batman died.”

It was the end of an era, and hearing about the death of a super hero who was such a big part of your growing up years brings back so many memories, hopefully all good.

We reminisced a few minutes about characters and a few funny things but I hung up grateful that we had that in common. That he remembered if anyone would care that a piece of his childhood was no longer with us…it would be Mom.

It wasn’t long before I received a text from my youngest with a meme of the death of Adam West. Before the end of the day, they had all joined in the conversation and probably wondering where their Batman and Robin figures were stashed. (Don’t tell them, but I could put my hands on a few in just a couple of minutes).

Now, My Three Sons do not live in the past, they just have great childhood memories (most of them were great) and they love nostalgia. They might not look anything like their mother but they acquired my love for all-things-childhood.

And, true to their nature, Kyle and Jeremy are continuing their love for the Caped Crusader with their wee ones, Mister Miller and Norah Jayne. Miller’s nursery is all super heroes, and adorable! He started out early with Batman attire:

And then there is Batgirl, Norah Jayne gets in on the action at an early age too!

Do we have a take-away from the death of an actor, a character that brought a lot of happiness to many children (and adults) in his cape and ballerina tights? I think so.

Everyone is looking for a super hero. We all want to think there is some super power out there that can come and save the day, get us out of our messes and deliver us from our mistakes. Whether he comes in a Batmobile, or flying through the air faster than a speeding bullet, we want someone to step on the scene and bring instant calm to our chaos.

Unfortunately, Batman isn’t real, nor Superman, Spiderman or any of our comic book character icons. They make for great entertainment but that is where it ends.

But since this is a Christian blog, let me end this with some hope.

We DO have a super hero, friends. There is only One that can really walk through a wall and only One who can walk on water, or give the command for another to do so! 

This Super Hero of our every day, every moment existence, LIVES to bring deliverance to our universe. He literally gave His own life, willingly, that we could also live an overcoming life and have eternal hope that we will live forever in a glorious place with the Savior of the World.

He will come running to you in an instant when you speak His name.

He will go to the depths to lift you up and carry you higher.

He can heal all of your diseases or give you strength to go through any trial.

He will give you wisdom for every situation and words to go in your mouth in a moments notice.

He will surround you with His presence, bringing instant peace to your circumstance.

There is absolutely nothing that He cannot do, or will do, for you, His child. 

He put that cape on a long, long time ago. And He is patiently waiting for the day that YOU join Him and bring completion to His perfect work.

Remember today, Batman couldn’t save the world, and he can’t come back once death has claimed him. But Jesus did both and left us with the hope that we can overcome as He did, if we know Him.

As we see the world around us crumbling, we remember His Word to lift up our eyes! Look up!

Our redemption is drawing near.

For the kingdom

One last tribute to Adam West. Same bat time, same bat channel!

 

 

 

Offended Much?

randachanceShe’s back!! This post by Randa Chance showed up in my #timehop today and I thought it was worth sharing again. You would love her other posts,  “When The Music Stops”, and “Tears”.   This one is out of the ballpark! Please share it. 

Poor John the Baptist.

As a fellow flawed human, if I were in his shoes (or sandals), I probably would have done the same thing. Think about it.

All of your life, you have prepared the way of the Lord, who also just happens to be your relative. Everywhere you go, you bawl out the coming of the One whose shoelaces you are unworthy to loose.

You are a free spirit. 

You live in the desert, you wear smelly animal skins, and your locust-induced halitosis keeps people out of breathing range. People come to see and hear you speak about the mystery of God, but to many you are simply a circus freak. To King Herod, you present a fascinating problem. He knows you are a man of God, and he knows you speak the truth, but you also pose a threat to him. So, he throws you in prison where he can keep an eye on you.

It’s a far cry from being able to run free around the desert and feel the wind blowing through your beard. You wish you could just stand on a mountainside once more and survey the landscape while you pick your teeth with a locust leg. Instead, you sit incarcerated with hordes of rats in a damp, stinky hole, unable to do anything but languish and scratch your lice and send dejected messages to Jesus via your disciples.

Then there is your cousin, the rock star. The one you’ve been telling everyone about. The Messiah who waves His hand and causes bread crumbs and slivers of fish to fill thousands of hungry bellies. The One with the twelve groupies. Jesus, the Son of God, healing little old women with a flick of His robe, forgiving sins and spitting into blind eyeballs.

And the crowd goes wild.

I wonder if John was waiting for Jesus to come and break him out of prison or perhaps set up a series of preaching points with the two of them, complete with laser lights and smoke and, “Hallelujah! That man just jumped out of his wheelchair and is running around the building! Another miracle for our ministry team!” Jesus and John – The Dynamic Duo.

But it never happened, and John was disheartened, to put it mildly. When he sent two of his disciples to get Jesus’ attention, his short and to-the-point message – even by KJV standards – was certainly laced with something other than pure curiosity:

“So the men came to Jesus and said, John the Baptist sent us to you to ask, Are you the One who is to come, or shall we [continue to] look for another?” (Luke 7:17 – AMP)

Oh, he knew Jesus was The One. John knew all along. He was just sending Jesus a not-so-subtle reminder that the voice crying in the wilderness was now rotting in jail, and, oh hey, by the way, this is NOT how things were supposed to turn out. Aren’t you supposed to get some kind of perks when you know the right people? Especially when you’re related?

“Yo, cuz. Help a brotha out. No, seriously. My head is about to be chopped off. What about all the times I prepared the way for you? I even baptized you. And now I’m in jail and it looks like I’m not long for this world. Not cool. Not cool at all. Thanks a lot, man.”

offended much

Jesus, in his infinite wisdom, after telling John’s disciples to relay to him all of the miracles being performed, cut straight through all of the fluff. In Luke 7:23 he responded directly to the heart of John’s question:

“Blessed (happy–with life-joy and satisfaction in God’s favor and salvation, apart from outward conditions–and to be envied) is he who takes no offense in Me and who is not hurt or resentful or annoyed or repelled or made to stumble [whatever may occur].”

John, I can see you. I know you’re having a rough time. Don’t be offended. I have a greater purpose that you may not understand this side of eternity. I know that you had a different set of plans for your life. I understand your unasked questions. This is an unexpected outcome for you, and you have the option to be completely bitter. It’s your call, whatever you decide. But I want you to trust my plan.

I have felt John’s frustrations before in my own life.

Sadly, I have allowed myself in several situations to become offended at God when my own expectations or projected outcomes differed from the path that God had laid out.   I doubt that anyone has never prayed, “Please allow cancer to invade my body.  Gracious Heavenly Father, let me die while my children are still young — perhaps in a fiery auto accident.   And, oh, while you’re at it, please also see to it that my finances are devastated and that my marriage falls apart.”

I am so thankful that God is a patient and loving Father, because my questions to Him have been sarcastic at times. Really, God? Are you serious? Is this your idea of a joke? It has been a painful road to walk.

For me, the blessing came one day when I was finally able to pry open my hands that clutched deep desires and hold them up to God and say, “Okay, God. Here are my dreams. Here are my aspirations. They don’t really belong to me anyway. Here are the broken parts of me. Here are my frustrations and secret sorrows. Sure, I wanted to be a psychologist/world-renowned author/gifted musician/(fill in the blank with preferred dream).

But if you need me to be a toilet scrubber right now, I will make those commodes shine. If my place in life during this season – or for the rest of my life – is to be someone’s burden bearer, without any credit ever going to me, that’s okay too. It hurts right now. I can’t deny that.

But I will be fine. Help me to be content while you mold me. As impatient as I am, still I know that your will and your timing and your plans for me are far greater than anything I could ever imagine. Just give me grace to trust you… Help me to trust you.”

And then there came the overshadowing of deep peace and quiet assurance that I was exactly where He wanted me, that this was His gig to worry about — not mine — and that gave me the strength to keep going.

All is well. It is well with my soul.

Randa Chance is a writer, speaker and pastor’s wife at the Sanctuary of San Antonio. She lives in San Antonio, TX with her husband, Shane, and their children. You can purchase her wonderful book, Of Cabbages and Kings here, It is as delightful as and charming as Randa herself. I adore her.