(I Am Not) The Hero

I gave birth to two boys before my princess came along. I still remember the shock I felt when the ultrasound technician declared, “It’s a girl!”
 
I adore my boys, and everything boyish about them (with the exception of that pre-teen stench), but boys aren’t usually game for clothes shopping, painting nails, and re-living childhood princess movie favorites.

As an 80’s baby, I grew up in the Disney princess era. Our VCR couldn’t rewind Beauty and the Beast fast enough for this impatient second-grader. Yes, every story was essentially the same: love, a villain, a hero, and a damsel in distress. But I loved the characters, the songs, and yes— the romance.

Growing up in church, Jesus was often compared to these fairytale heroes— making me the princess. I didn’t hate it. After all, Ariel, Belle, and Jasmine were strong, independent, and intelligent. Sure, they needed physical or emotional rescuing at some point, but they ultimately played some part in defeating the enemy.
 
Now that I have a deeper understanding of the Gospel, I realize that’s not at all how God’s love story works. I love Paul’s rich letter to the church at Rome, in which he thoroughly and beautifully unpacks the doctrine of salvation to new believers...
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