Then I said, “Behold, I have come—In the volume of the book it is written of Me—To do Your will, O God” (Hebrews 10:7).
Life was so simple back when I was a child with all my heroes, all my cartoons, all my favorite shows. It’s incredible how eventually my heroes let me down. When childhood heroes let you down, look up, and see Jesus.
I was delighted when MIGHTY MOUSE hit the TV Screen singing, “Mr. trouble never hangs around, when he hears this Mighty sound, Here I come to save the day! That means that Mighty Mouse is on the way…”
Well, eventually, I figured out that a Mighty Mouse couldn’t save any of my days. However, it was fun while it lasted.
Then, of course, we have POPEYE THE SAILOR MAN, otherwise known as the Great Spinach Conspiracy.
“I’m Popeye the Sailor Man. I’m strong to the finich, cause I eats me spinach. I’m Popeye the Sailor Man…”
I would flex in front of the mirror after each portion of that green stuff. Never looking like the bodybuilder promised, I lost all faith in this guy
I would be remorse if I didn’t mention SUPERMAN. This guy was faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Discovering that Clark Kent and Superman were the same, my inner soul was dashed to its core.
I didn’t get it! All he had to do was remove his glasses, and he became a superhero. And no one at the newspaper or around the world knew he was just Clark Kent without glasses.
Yes. It’s Superman, strange visitor from another planet who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men. Superman, who can change the course of mighty rivers, bend steel with his bare hands, and who, disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fights a never-ending battle for truth, justice, and the American way.
One of my greatest disappointments was when BAMBI died at the end of the movie. I think this was the first time I had a good cry without being spanked. What a bummer, this precious little dear gets bumped off, and it tore me up.
Despite all the tragedy, one good thing happened on the way to eternity. I came to realize that JESUS WAS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON, so I dropped Santa Claus like a bad habit.
“When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now, we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known. And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love” (1 Corinthians 13:11-13).
Written by, Brad Wyrick