Wednesday, November 02, 2005
...just to make it today
What would happen if I had access to Commissioner Jim Gordon's Bat-phone? You remember, that semi-transparent red phone that lit up like an alarm whenever it was in use during the camp TV show from the 50's, 'Batman'? Now, I'm not talking about collecting the actual prop used in filming the program so I can cash it out on Ebay. I want a real, working phone that connects to the Batcave. I want to know that in my need I can pick up the receiver and the Dark Knight would be available immediately. (Jim never got the Bat-voicemail, did he?) How would my life be different if I had this instant audience with the extremely capable Batman?
Now, just to be clear, although the concept is from the cheesy Batman of old, my scenario absolutely rejects this dude answering the call:
If he picked up the line, I'd tell him to lose the painted eyebrows and stop carrying his arms like a gay T-Rex.
Definitely not this clown and his punk friends, either. If he answered the phone, I'd ask him to do us all a favor and hit self-destruct in the Batcave.
This has gotta be the Batman that I could reach out and touch:
A legitimate, able Caped Crusader, ready to hear of what evil lurks in the shadows, willing to go into the dark places, and able to defeat the foe.
I certainly wouldn't take this direct line lightly. "Yo Bats, could you pick up a case of Heine and come through real quick?" would never happen. Even if Batman and I, over a long period of time fighting crime, developed a friendship, I would still maintain a level of respect for the man. We would never be peers, no matter how cool he treated me.
I also would not be content staying in my normal routine. "Umm, Batman? Yeah, man, look, it's this dude out here on Ogden by my crib, he's got a flat. Yeah, flat tire. Hello? Batman? You there?" wouldn't cut it. I'd probably start keeping my ear to the street more. I'd feel an obligation to go out and look for problems big enough for the Bat. My life would take on a new meaning. The idea would be to get close enough to situations to know when they are going down without fooling myself into thinking that I was gonna save the day. That's Batman's job.
Would Batman possibly be able to answer all my calls? Let's say he had a Bluetooth headset in his cowl (you know that Batman probably invented Bluetooth, despite what Bensheets may say) that was always on, that he was guaranteed to always be listening. He still wouldn't do everything that I wanted to do, because his schemes to rid the streets of Gotham of crime would be more comprehensive than my angle. I would play a small role in his overall mission, and I might be informing him of a weed spot I learned about when he's on a rooftop staking out a major meth lab run by the Joker. Would I have the gall to stop helping his cause due to the limits of my role? I'd have to be a fool to pass up the chance to work with Batman because he doesn't do things the way I thought would be best. He's Batman, for Christ's sake.
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9 comments:
Holy Boo-ya, Batman. This post melted my face off.
This is probably the greatest prayer allegory I have ever read.
Truly amazing.
The no-prize goes to the general for being the first to point out my intentions with this post. All this means is that the general is as much a nerd as me.
The truth is all heroes, super or otherwise, imagined or real-life men and women, all exist as faint shadows of the True Hero, Jesus. Comic book champions are worth mulling over because they can creatively point to the archetype, the Messiah, the Savior Christ. This post is an attempt to point out the costly treasure we have in prayer, our Batphone to God. It is certaintly not a full portrait, cuz Jesus is way more able than Batman. Also, our employment by God is labyrinthian compared to the relationship between sidekick and Batman. Imagine what Batman would say if I was like,
"Yeah, Batman, what up. Listen, you know that cat who you been tryin to take down, that dude who's meth lab you blew up, Joker? Yeah, him. Well, man, I screwed up. I--uh, this is hard, man, but I convinced my friends to work for him. I know, man, it was stupid, I was just tired of not seeing you take care of the problems I see. You were what? What child prostitution ring? I didn't know, man! I'm so stupid, I thought you were ignoring--". This on a regular basis. Please, you know Batman would break my arm and let me know I should hope I never see him again. But it seems I do this to God almost everyday.
Of course, an interesting fictional story that toyed with the complexity of man's relationship to God using Batman would have Batman anticipating my betrayal, and even counting on it, while still disappointed in me. Way over my head, that is truly the work of a real writer...
I was tempted to point out what I perceived to be your intentions. The first draft of my comment was "Holy Allegory, Batman." So maybe I can have a second place no-prize.
Actually, on Sunday I read your post to the student leaders at the ministry where I work. I gave them proper reference to HiFi. I hope you'll pick up some new readers.
tbr,
It is a great feeling to know that you saw some worth in my writing. Thanks for letting me know, man. Hopefully, it went over well at BCM. Now I see how you know that enigma called Teeftastic.
"Holy Boo-Ya, Batman" is at least 4 times as awesome as "Holy Allegory, Batman", which is pretty awesome itself. So, good move, Burt Ward will be proud. I say "will" instead of "would" because I'm gonna see Burt this weekend and tell him all about it.
I hereby strip the no-prize from the General and award it to "to be relevant".
Oney,
I humbly accept the no-prize, but only to lay it at your feet, wise sage.
Actually, it's just by chance (HA!) that I missed meeting you at Teeftastic's wedding. He gave me the foreknowledge that some of the bloggers I had been eavesdropping on were actually in or attending the wedding. I only met Pepper.
Also, if you're still looking for tips on changing your template, I posted a comment back over at my blog.
tbr,
You are too kind. It is bittersweet that we missed each other at Teef's wedding. The bitterness or the sweetness would have depended on how late in the night we met, to my shame. Absolutely mental.
But, I'm sure once I have saved up enough scrilla I will be vacationing in the fabolous Carbondale at I'll run into you.
Per your advice, I changed the color on my blog for already clicked links. My life is irrevocable better.
This has to be the most effective use of allegory I've read since putting down The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe a couple months ago.
Love the tone, love the upshot. More people should read this.
Thanks Ariel, that's quite the compliment.
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