I am Darth Vader

I am Darth Vader

INTRO

Greetings, and welcome to — The Wisdom Crucible with Jakob McClain — where you and I engage in the ongoing practice of applying biblical thinking to deepen our understanding of biblical truth.

This is a short reflection — meant to remind us that God can speak through stories, and reveal truth in unexpected ways. That said, consider the following an allegorical reflection.

ALLEGORICAL REFLECTION

I never intended to become a villain.

(sigh)

In the beginning, my dream was to become a hero — a knight — who’s noble deeds would match or exceed those of my story-time heroes. I latched onto the notion that gaining enough power — strength, knowledge, and resources — would enable me to save myself and my loved ones from suffering. I aspired to rise above the dust I was born in — to soar on the wings of my own imagined trajectory fueled by the force of expectations from within and without.

Even then, even in what seemed the innocence of youth, there was the duplicity of selfish desire hiding in the shadow of virtuous aspiration. I wanted to serve and protect, to secure and provide. Even still, I desired the power. I desired a reputation for stature and admiration for accolades, which was never more clear than in the frustrating moments of feeling held back by forces outside of my control.

My imagination depicted grand scenes of the future, more evanescent whims than concrete visions, yet still, they seemed tangible enough to my young mind. With unquestionable certainty I reached for the stars, not yet having grasped the measure of my limitations.

My journey soon landed me in the true heart of civilization — towering testaments of technological and philosophical advancements hiding long and deep shadows with their artificial lights. Slowly at first, and then all at once, I realized that there was no level of governance, no circle of status, free from the corruption of imperfect people. I could see that there were systems in place designed to enable people to debate and decide the best course of action and then do it, but I could also see that it wasn’t working, not well enough for me — not well enough to silence the cries of the oppressed and suffering.

In my ignorant frustration, and my veiled ambition, I sought to enforce peace, justice, and freedom as though my circumstances were my empire to rule. I reached for control when I should have given trust. I may have denied such intent, but I acted as though to exert my will over the guiding force of the universe, rather than to submit and trust in my omnipresent ally — as though my hands could contain such a thing.

Power is a fine tool: beautiful when first beheld, with an enticing radiance to the edge of its blade, it beckons a touch at the expense of your hand. Swords have hilts for a reason: the cutting edge does not discriminate. Only an indestructible force can grasp power at the source. I, as many others before me, had to make an example of myself for this lesson.

I couldn’t just listen to the wisdom of my elders — those who were older and especially wiser, those whom I often resisted. I saw their restraint and discipline as a tether, holding me back from fulfilling my self-assigned destiny — from defeating the dark dreams of dread and achieving salvation through MY works.

Before long, I had drifted from the light of hope into the dark certainty that my independent brilliance was inevitably steering me straight into. I was in control. I was piloting the ship, and that’s exactly what was wrong.

I feared unknown outcomes because I didn’t trust in the force that prophesied of future harmony. I trusted my own vision over proven wisdom. That fear led to frustration, a frustration that was more than it seemed. It was a thinly veiled anger for my lack of control — the inability to force the outcome that I desired. As you may know, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to suffering.

My anger over the intended design of my limitations led to hatred for my condition — a condition that I didn’t understand and couldn’t appreciate. That hatred for everything about myself that I couldn’t control, that I couldn’t fix, provided no comfort or means of improvement. The only thing that it gave me was suffering. It gave me the unlimited power to agonize over the mutilation of my potential, to regret the failure of my attempt to restrain the power of death over life.

Eventually, I looked at my reflection, and called myself by the name of what I had become.

I am Darth Vader.

(sigh)

I may have started as an innocent child, but I allowed my dark inclinations to lead me out of innocence, to destructive consequence. Through my weakness, it is those who needed me the most who have suffered the most from my wrath. I’ve never needed conspirators to turn others against me. I have done that myself.

Thankfully, there was one who never gave up on me: The Son, who came to my rescue despite the deserved destiny that I had doomed myself to through the choices that I knowingly and willingly made to become His enemy. He never gave up hope for me. He knew that I could be good, even though I had destroyed the person that He wanted me to be through my becoming Vader. He could have fought back and destroyed me, but instead He fought FOR me by giving Himself up to be arrested by the empire and sentenced to death.

The sentence didn’t stick though. Darth Vader, I was, but no longer of the darkness, am I. Now, I am myself.

THE GOSPEL

I’m not speaking of my son, precious though he is. I’m speaking of THE Son — The begotten Son of God, who gave Himself up to suffer on my behalf, that His willingness to suffer would awaken my spirit and teach me to love as God loves.

He who commands the armies of Heaven stayed His hand, to be beaten, to be crucified, to defeat death by resurrection after 3 days without breath. The Son’s name is Jesus Christ.

In the New Testament, the Word is recorded by John to say this:

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The Word became flesh and made His dwelling among us. We have seen His glory, the glory of the one and only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth. No one has ever seen God, but the one and only Son, who is Himself God and is at the Father’s side, has made Him known. For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that everyone who believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.

If it wasn’t too late for me, It’s not too late for you. If you can hear this message and comprehend it, you have the ability to offer praise to God right now for the redemptive love of The Son who took upon Himself the punishment that your sin earned. How could you possibly choose to throw away eternity in the perfect kingdom that He describes in the book of Revelation.

If you can speak, offer genuine words of repentance right now if you haven’t already. Even if you are mute, if you can hear and comprehend this message then you can offer a repentant heart and praise in your soul. Be assured, He surrounds us and penetrates us; He knows our every thought.

Study the Bible. It’s LITERALLY The Word of God. Turn from the life of darkness and evil that is all that your independence from Him produces in you, and give Him your soul to be reborn for the eternity that is coming.

OUTRO

The study and application of God’s Word always blesses and restores me. I pray that what you’ve heard today draws you to deeper reflection and conversation with The LORD.

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May the Lord bless you — and within you continually refine wisdom through truth.