One of my favorite Batman tales is Arkham Asylum. The inmates have taken over the asylum, and Batman must enter and face those he helped put there, to save the lives of the staff. A very dark and abstract tale.
I found myself reminiscent of this after my visit to Logan's school today. For the last two days, Logan's teacher has been out. leaving her class to a substitute. Far from Berringer, this one was getting run over. Managing 30 kindergartners is scary enough, imagine if they think they own you. Personal boundaries, out the window. Listening, not so much. Respect, Dangerfield got more.
I tried my usual bag of tricks on the playground, which worked for a few minutes, but they were too far gone. Cole was with me, boy wonder to my Batman. Instead of saving the staff, we escaped with our lives.
At the end of the graphic novel, having chosen to release the Batman, Two Face recites a line from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, "Who cares for you? You're nothing but a pack of cards."
The world can be a pretty scary place. Abuse. Slavery. Child prostitution. Starvation. War. Disease. Economic collapse. Job loss. Broken homes. The list goes on. We can sometimes wonder who is in charge. Have the inmates over run the asylum? Who cares? Left feeling like another card in the deck or the substitute trying to regain some control.
God is not ignorant or deaf. He hears the cry of the oppressed. When we find ourselves at the end of our rope, we open the door for more of Him. For one who feels out of control, in this I find comfort.