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There is a common trend in most alien science fiction to portray extra terrestrials as somehow superior to the human race. Perhaps they are stronger, or more peaceful, older or more advanced. They have better technology, or no wars, or they understand a higher plane of thought, or a better standard of living. Many times, even in the story where the humans are the ones to make contact, it is often because the aliens have no wish for galactic dominance. Aliens are often gods, aliens are often mediators between other races, and generally aliens are the superior race. This may not always be the case, but it does seem to be a prominent theme.
Likewise, many races in fantasy are portrayed as superior to humans. Humans are clumsy, and warlike. Dragons fly; elves are beautiful. Over and over I have seen races developed that are superior to humans. We who love these stories desire to be like them, and become dissatisfied with ourselves. This can be seen as a longing to be something better, but it also seems to be an expression of dissatisfaction with who we are.
I think Ted Dekker had his finger on the truth when he wrote Black, and he wrote of the angels who envied the race of men. The angels were beautiful, and did the work of Elyon, but they did not have what God has given to men. They longed for the fellowship that we share with him, and they were not created to have.
I’ve written two stories that brought out my view on this matter. We are created in the image of God. We are made to reflect the greatest measure of glory and perfection that ever is or will be. Anything or anyone created by any being other than God himself, can only look on us and wonder at our beauty and our fellowship with the creator. Even the beauty that God himself has created cannot equal what he has given to us. If the trees and the wind and the birds had spirits they could only envy the spirit that we have. Like the Little Mermaid, from Hans Christian Anderson’s tale, envied the humans, for their soul.
How many people are there who would wish to be a mermaid? But is it worth the exchange of your immortal soul?
How many are there who long for wings and to serve God eternally? But is it worth the exchange of the fellowship we shall one day have as the bride of Christ?
I’m sure that most of you have wished to be different in some way. Some want black hair, or green eyes, or to be taller, or shorter, or to have pointy ears. Perhaps many of us wish we were part of another race, one that we’ve invented or read. Maybe you wish to have telekinetic abilities, or the ability to foresee the future. How many of those fictional races, if brought to life, do you think wouldn’t give everything to be one of us, with our glory and fellowship, made in the image of perfection?
I challenge you to change the way you view your races. I challenge the prevalent theory that the human race is inferior. I challenge you to glorify God’s creation, above your own creation, and to prophesy to the world that you are created in His image.
_________________ Floyd was frozen where he stood. He struggled to breathe, but the air smelled of blood and death and guilt. He tried to formulate a name, to ask, but language was meaningless, and words would not come. He tried to scream but the sound got stuck in his heart, shattered into a million pieces, and scattered to the wind.
In a world without superheroes, who will stand against the forces of evil?
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