I love Thor.
There, I said it. Stop judging me.
What’s surprising is that I didn’t love The Avengers. Thought it was over rated.
(There, I said it. Now, once again, stop judging me.)
Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It’s the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life’s joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.
Here’s what struck me as I was watching that scene recently: I agree with Loki.
One of the fundamental beliefs of the Bible is that our natural state is worship. And worship is really subjugation. Worship is a declaration that the object of our worship is not just valued, it’s adored: we subject ourselves to that object.
In this world, especially this American post-modern world, Loki is right: the lure of freedom diminishes our life’s joy in a mad scramble for power and for identity.
We think that we’ll be happiest when we are least ruled, but we are wrong. It is only in submitting ourselves to our Ruler that we will find true freedom.
The irony is that in our ‘mad scramble’ for freedom we refuse to subject ourselves to the Creator and instead kneel to creation. We bow before iPhones and employers and our desire to be liked, and the applause of the crowd. We rebel at the suggestion of bending a knee to the only one worth worshipping and instead structure our whole lives around serving pathetic idols.
We demand the right to be ‘free’, but all our freedom is nothing more than slavery. We are slaves to sin. Like an alcoholic insisting on the ‘freedom’ to drink, we demand slavery. The very thing that we are convinced is out to steal our freedom is the source of true freedom: the freedom of being who we were made to be.
In our staff meeting today we sang ‘O Holy Night.’ Great song. I love the way the music swells as we sing out the cry to all of creation: fall on your knees. We command our souls: kneel. Today, as I was singing, I could feel the resistance in my soul. I could feel that it was snagged on rebellion; willing to kneel to anyone but the One worth kneeling before. And I begged His Spirit to flood me with submission; to remind me of the freedom that is found in bending and yielding to my Maker.
And as His Spirit flowed through me and urged me to fall on my knees, my heart couldn’t help but echo the words of Loki: Is not this simpler? Is this not my natural state? The bright lure of freedom diminishes my life’s joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. But I feel the truth: I was made to be ruled. Made to worship.