When Heroes Die...

Who was your favorite Super Hero? For me... well.... really it's too hard to pick just one. As a kid a loved Bell in Beauty and the Beast because she rescued the beast and showed such compassion towards him. I suppose she wouldn't be considered a super hero though. Out of the actual "Super Heroes" Superman was pretty cool maybe a little too perfect, but in the new movies I have to say as far as heroe-ish-ness goes Captain America stole my heart, (well actually Thor did for other reasons lol) I love the part in Captain America, before he is "changed" in basic training when a grenade is thrown and he dives on top of it to save everyone else. Incredible right? Are humans actually capable of such selflessness? We hear stories of acts of heroism randomly throughout the news but somehow it seems so far away. But what if in the movies the Hero just died? What then? That would be a really crappy movie right? I mean why do we watch movies anyway? To be entertained to "feel good" mostly, sometime for other reason like to have a good cry or thrillers to get amped up but seriously what happens when heroes die?

As strange as it may sound I have been faced with this question for the last couple months. Alas the only thing I can think is that I shouldn't have made heroes in the first place. Why do we do that? Why do I do this to myself time and time again. Can't I ever remember that once upon a time I was someone's hero too, and I too let them down; I killed their hero. It is so strange; the human heart, the way we want to adore something or someone.  St. Augustine once said

"You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it rests in you."

And we know this to be true, at least those of us who have drawn near who have been filled to overflowing, yes we know it is true. So then why do I find myself in this place once again? I want You God to fill this hole and for the sake of all, for the sake of Your glory, I pray, I beg You do. I need you more than words can say. My heart is broken it has been shattered to pieces and I don't know how to pick them all up. I give them to you All of them once again.

"What are you to me? Have mercy on me, so that I may tell.  What indeed am I to you, that you should command me to love you, and grow angry with me if I do not, and threaten me with enormous woes? Is not the failure to love you woe enough in itself? Alas for me! Through your own merciful dealings with me, O Lord my God, tell me what you are to me. Say to my soul, I am your salvation. Say it so that I can hear it. My heart is listening, Lord; open the ears of my heart and say to my soul, I am your salvation. Let me run towards this voice and seize hold of you. Do not hide your face from me: let me die so that I may see it, for not to see it would be death to me indeed."- St. Augustine