Seeing the “Super” in a season of Advent and Hospitals…

Growing up, I don’t recall celebrating Advent – the four weeks leading up to Christmas day – as much as Christmas Eve and Christmas (if at all).  It has been something embraced more recently (and buying a LEGO Star Wars calendar this year as an intentional avenue has been a huge help).  Nevertheless, it is fascinating to consider that Advent has its origins in Old Testament figures who were looking forward to something they believed in and hoped – had a confident expectation of the future – for but would never see realized during their earthly existence.  Thousands of years removed from the times and events of the Old Testament – and  2,000+ removed from the events that are celebrated during Advent and Christmas – it is an act of looking back to the arrival of Whom those in the Old Testament hoped for but also to His coming again.

During my teen years and most of my twenties, I celebrated something else during the December Advent season:  my survival.  December is always bitter-sweet because I spent one of them in a hospital, unable to combat difficult things that were happening to me, things I thought I might not overcome.  Subsequently, I’d  start Christmas music in October – a practice I continued until a handful of years ago – because I wanted to pack in as much Christmas as I could.  I wanted to hold on to Christmas because I knew what it was like to have the season – and almost the day itself – taken away.  (If it wasn’t for a “black-ops extraction” spearheaded by my Mom two days before Christmas in ’96, supported by my grandma, and sanctioned by my pediatrician, it would have been.)

Therefore, for many years, December has been mostly an exercise in looking backwards into the time stream that exists both in my memory and in the Gospels.   In recent years that has begun to change, especially this year.  With all the trials endured in the last year – unemployment, vehicular accident, kidney stone surgery, and ER visits – I find myself thinking more and more about what lies ahead; about what my “happy-ending” really is.  My happy-ending is a superhero-infused view of the other half of Advent, a super-powered  take on Christ’s return and my being with Him on that day.

Right now, I live life in a deficient and broken “earthsuit”, scarred by procedures and events I will always live with this side of space-time.  Nevertheless, someday, that will all change because – as the O.C. Supertones like to say – “one day He’s gonna erase the boundaries between the Earth and the realm of the heavenlies“.  On that day I’ll no longer have an “earthsuit”, but will have long traded it in for a glorified “supersuit”; complete with powers rivaling the comic-book heroes I so enjoy.  Far outside anything resembling time and relative dimensions in space, I’ll be in Eternity – probably different from Eternia – where all the pain and tears I am so familiar with in life now will be but a distant memory at the utmost.

Therefore, I count down the days of remembering the past via selected scripture readings and Star Wars LEGOs, while looking to the future – to the horizon – to the day when I will no longer be “handi-capable” but rather “galacticly-capable”.  Presently, I’ll settle for augmenting my “earthsuit” with Hero Armor.

What do you need to see during Advent?

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Author, Speaker, and Super Nerd. Aaron Welty speaks and writes regularly connecting the dots of life, faith, and science fiction. Originally from Michigan, he now lives and works in the Washington, D.C. Metro area.

2 Responses to Seeing the “Super” in a season of Advent and Hospitals…

  1. Don Trachsel

    Aaron you are a blessing and your outlook on life humbles the proud, myself included. you inspire others, Glorify God, and you do this while many of us go about our day and almost do not feel we need Him. it is not that we feel that way, just we get busy and do not give Him the time he deserves. Thank you for your life, mine is better knowing you.

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