Darth Vader, Baby, and Me Dec16

Darth Vader, Baby, and Me...

As I wait impatiently for The Force Awakens to be released, I find myself looking at myself and the way I attend church. I start to wonder: why can’t I be this impatient and excited about Sunday mornings? It’s been a very long time since I have found myself filled with the kind of excitement at church as I find when watching the newest trailers from Disney. And that’s starting to make me nervous. You see, I’m a new dad. Three months ago I was introduced to the most amazing human being I’ve ever met. She drools on me, pukes and poops all over me and I’m in love. She wakes me up at three in the morning, every morning, and yet I can’t wait to spend another day with her. Getting up and leaving the house to go to work has never been this difficult before because it means I might miss the next big step in her growth. And I’ve almost never before been this excited to show my favorite things to someone new. I can’t wait until she’s old enough for me to introduce her to Star Wars. I want to watch her amazement as she sees Luke trust the Force for the first time and turn the Death Star into rubble. I hope to see her shock and awe when she discovers that Vader didn’t actually kill Anakin Skywalker. (Spoil it for her and I will find you.) And I want to relearn through her what it’s like to fear for someone else’s safety when she sees Palpatine turn his power onto Luke. As an adult I’ve never once held the same attention to a pastor as I have to Lucas’s imaginary world. And this bothers me. Yet I’m not...