Hero Armor

Stained a deep red, a wooden wardrobe gathered dust in a darkened attic.  Particles of dust floated upon the air, symbolic hordes of a time forgotten, ready to invade the lungs of any trespasser and discourage any thoughts of return.  The single source of light within the forgotten realm enters via a high window, sealed shut with age.  As sunlight fought it’s way through the window, to illumine the fine wood work and countless hours of craftsmanship evident in the detailed symbols, shapes, and runes laden upon the doors, the details began to glow a fiery jade.  First the shapes, then symbols, and runes.  As the glow intensifies, an ethereal voice – almost like music – is barely discernible as it whispers “someone may ask…the time has come again…”.  Suddenly, as if the emerald light might overtake the sun and exit out the portal the original source entered from, the doors swing open on internal hinges.  As the jade brilliance fades, the whisper continues in what seems a language long dismissed as time rolled forward.  Within the wardrobe lay what looks to be ancient artifacts:  a golden helmet worthy of the Amazons, a chest-place of shining silver which could double as a mirror, boots as white a new fallen snow, a blade which seemed to  generate it’s own shimmering light, a belt of amethyst so deep one could fall into it,  and a round shield emblem-ed with the profile of a fierce and roaring lion.  Each piece, glistening in the window’s light, upon closer inspection, revealed what can only be described as a script not of this earth, almost angelic in its form.  In the midst of gazing upon these contents, the unknown voice spoke, with a hint of sadness: “the time is past…they did not ask, but go into this waking day ill-fitted…”  As the voice trailed off, the sun’s light escaped back from whence it came and hid.  The doors of the wardrobe swung with an old creaking, closing as if they knew not when they might open again.  The meaning of the subsequent click, unmistakeable; the doors had locked.

In the last decade or so, I’ve spent a good share of time considering the state of what I call my “earthsuit”:  the broken, scarred, and often worn out shell the rest of me has been packed into.  Some days are easy but a lot of them have been challenging.  The older I get and the more I consider the reality that it won’t get any easier, my thoughts often drift to the other end of the spectrum and I ponder the nature of my coming “Supersuit”; the resurrected body awaiting me on the other side of the space time continuum, complete with superpowers.  Recently though, I’ve begun to consider a new twist on an old idea: what I call Hero Armor.  Better than an Earthsuit but still inferior to the Supersuit, it’s the idea that what the Apostle Paul talks of in Ephesians six is more than just a passing reference to turning the implements of a Roman solider into a spiritual concept.  It’s something more: that the helmet, chest armor, belt sword, shield, and boots are the tools of a hero; implements used to combat evil and help rescue others.

As I ponder this idea, certain pieces of the Hero Armor come to the forefront: the Sword of the Spirit, The Shield of Faith, and the Boots of the Gospel of Peace.  With the Sword of the Spirit – which is the Word of God – one cannot help but think of Hebrews 4:12 “The Word of God is quick and powerful, sharper than any double-edged sword.  It penetrates soul and spirit, joints and marrow, and judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart”.  The only thing I can think of that comes close to this is a lightsaber (or the Asgardian weapons in Thor:  The Dark World that are basically “medieval” lightsabers) nothing penetrates darkness or wards off evil as light does.  While the idea of the Shield of Faith is tied to the Roman image of a massive shield – like the ones in Gladiator – as a defensive implement, I can’t help but think of a shield that is smaller, lighter, and just as offensive as it is defensive:  Captain America’s.  This shield doesn’t just protect and defend, it is a primary weapon that is thrown; an active use meant to disarm opponents and embolden allies.  Consider this:  when an individual shares their story – what God has done for them and/or is doing to them and through them – they are loaning out the faith built up in them and throwing it to another for wider use.  This act of throwing faith can certainly embolden allies and disarm enemies (not to mention a living example of Revelation 12:11).  What about the “Boots of the Gospel of Peace”?  The Gospel mean “good news”, right?  Romans 10:14-15 – in the context of sharing the Gospel – mentions the beauty of those who do this, who bring good news.  In talking of bringing peace, my mind immediately gravitates to the most heroic descriptions of the Jedi in Star Wars – as Guardians of Peace and Justice – and Micah 6:8, “What is required of you…to act justly, to love kindness, and to walk in humility…”.  Doing these things brings peace and enables one to live out Paul’s admonition to “as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone”

Can these things be as effectively accomplished without the assistance of said Hero Armor?  I’d suspect not.  As a friend of mine sometimes asks me “do you have your armor on today?”  As the concept here is a spiritual one as opposed to something physical, it is through prayer that the armor is donned.  When this doesn’t occur, one goes forth into their day ill-fitted and unarmed against the trials – internal and external – that await.

Do you have your armor on today?

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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.

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