Sun came up, streaming through my bedroom window, softening the harsh blows to my ego from the night before, soothing the hurt places, icing the bruises, like mornings seem to do. It’s not like I slept on my thoughts and woke up clear-headed. I did not sleep at all, just wrapped my body in a blanket and watched the digital clock count off the minutes.
“It isn’t Me you’re looking to define, but rather yourself. You know what you dislike in others because you have seen it in yourself. The disgust you have for others are the very traits that disgust you about yourself. And more so now, because ‘I am in you and you are in Me.’ Immorality, sexuality in public, lying, cheating you have known first hand, but have decided “no more.” What you do not want for yourself, you have made the mistake of believing now shouldn’t exist anywhere at anytime. But it does. Now what are you going to do about it? Preach from a soapbox which would be futile or vow harder to eradicate what you don’t like from your own life? And then you would have to admit that in your own life, seeds of the old you still exist.”
When I was a child, I idolized Robin Hood and Daniel Boone. Then there was The Man From U.N.C.L.E. and Captain Kirk. These days it’s The Flash, The Arrow and Iron Man. What draws me to superheroes? Maybe…despite their faults, I admire their humanness, they swallow their fears to defend the defenseless, save the day instead of admitting their faults and cowering in the shadows to let someone truly superhuman-beyond human- save the world, protect the little guy.
So the battle inside me ensues. If these superheroes cowered in their fears and imperfections, they would simply be just like me. In each book or show or movie they are faced with important situations that morality has put a price on. Therefore when the music heightens and the action stops and a decision is to be made, I shout “I can be like that. But not you!” And so they overcome and become heroes.
It is much harder to make those demands on the characters in Designated Survivor. These characters are like my neighbors next door, my fellow employees, my children. I have come to like them. Therefore my soul is torn because their improprieties have broken the trust of friendship, familyship, workplaceship. I judge them, condemn them… “How dare they!” But I waiver because I know in their darkest moments like in their brightest moments they are just like me. Not superheroes who save the day despite…but humans who don’t necessarily do the right thing because…
I cheered for these fictitious political characters when the network owned the show because they were cut-outs of my superheroes, flesh without costumes. Netflix has molded them into multidimensional humans with the same flaws as me – and now like a reality show, there is no one perfect to root for, no one to put my trust in.
“But I am here. Put your trust in Me. I will never leave you or desert you.
My Word is and I Am That!
I am multidimensional – and more – and all. So do not trust the world.“
“Trust Me.”