Another Super Bowl has come and gone and men who are simply much larger, stronger, physically capable than most can now rest on their laurels.  Isn’t it amazing how willing some are to place their hopes and dreams on such qualities?  Unfortunately, these same athletes will be burned out in a few years and their careers will be snuffed out along with their physical capabilities.

Millions of dollars have been spent on the hottest advertising space, but soon something new and more appealing will come along and that product will be replaced.  Sports paraphernalia has been purchased and will be long forgotten in a few months.  Food and drink have been consumed at parties all over the country and the remains are simply a mass of dirty dishes and hangovers.

Super Bowl has become a mega-entertainment industry.  I’m afraid we’ve become saturated with hero-worship and self-interest as a nation.  Everything is instantly available for us in the comfort of our own homes.  We’re amazed by power and strength.  We love being entertained, especially when it’s being provided by someone other than ourselves.  We look up to those who have more prowess than we do.  We admire those who do better than we ever could and often put them on pedestals.

It’s difficult to understand how we can be so hungry for a hero and yet there are still are those who find it difficult to believe in the greatest hero ever to walk the earth.  He was a simple, quiet, humble  man with supernatural powers beyond our understanding- a man who served rather than being served – a brilliant, compassionate man who suffered a horrific death on a torturous cross and overcame death, so all of humanity could obtain freedom from the bonds of sin.

That’s what I call a real Super Hero.