If you were at the evening service last night, you will know that I have been in the Tardis! Courtesy of my wonderful children, they paid for the old man to go on a Dr Who adventure. We were caught in a Dalek war, tiptoed wide eyed through a statue-laden gloomy landscape, but ultimately were rescued by Dr himself.
I could not remember some of the Drs that were there in the exhibition that follows. We didn’t have a TV when it started. I never hid behind the settee. But I like the stories, I like the humour, I like the toys, the big ideas and the great sense of fun.
The Dr has grown over the years. He is a character that loves human beings, can observe them from outside of time, and never loses hope. Every enemy can be defeated. This hasn’t changed, but the landscapes and furniture have.
I suppose that is a common superhero template. Our idea of goodness.
Funny how so many folk don’t see that Jesus already fits that template. Maybe it is because he isn’t fictional that people are scared to embrace him. Even believe he is too good to be true – after all real superheroes can’t really exist, can they?