Initial Disclosures

downloadI have two daughters, ages 6 and 4.  They are sweet, beautiful, loving, fun little girls.  I make it my goal each day to delight in them.  I don’t always accomplish that goal, but it is not their fault when I don’t, it is mine.  I love being a dad of two girls.

I have seen Frozen at least six times, and I have enjoyed each viewing.  When I witnessed for the first time Elsa weeping and holding a frozen Anna, I noticed a slight mist forming in my left eye.  I was moved (but to be clear, I did not cry).

The Draw to Elsa

You’ve seen the processions of mini-Elsa’s.  You’ve heard that Elsa dolls and dresses were sold out at Disney stores across the country.  You’ve (probably) sung along to “Let it go, let it go.”  Have you considered why Elsa attracts legions of little followers, while her sister enjoys only moderate popularity?  Anna was the fun, cute, playful one.  She was given more screen time, got the love interest(s), and played the heroine.  She was the savior.  Her act of selfless loved saved her sister’s life as well as her own.  Yet, by my informal Halloween count, Elsa’s outpaced Anna’s about 6 to 1.  Why?

Power.  At least, that is my theory, and my cute little girls would agree.

“Why do you like Elsa, my sweet daughter?”  I ask.

“Because she has the power!”  My oldest replies.

Elsa offers magical snow and ice power, complete with a power ballad to rival those of Whitney Houston (… *dramatic beat* “and I will always love youuuuuuooouuu”).

Anna offers innocence and childlike faith and selflessness.

And, our little girls chose Elsa.  When given a clear choice between sweet innocence and independent power, our girls want the power and the independence.

This Is Total Depravity

We’re all born that way.  We have an innate desire for power and control.  We want sovereignty over ourselves and our surroundings.  That is the ultimate rebellion and the damning evidence of our depravity before the One who is, has been and forever will be sovereign.  We read in Romans 1:21-23 as follows:

For even though they knew God, they did not honor Him as God or give thanks, but they became futile in their speculations, and their foolish heart was darkened.  Professing to be wise, they became fools, and exchanged the glory of the incorruptible God for an image in the form of corruptible man and of birds and four-footed animals and crawling creatures. (emphasis added)

According to this passage and the text surrounding it, we all know God exists and that He is all-powerful and in control.  But, we don’t like that, because we want to be all-powerful and we want to be in control.  In my depraved state, I have no interest in submitting to God.  In fact, I find it altogether distasteful.  I have a taste for my own power.  Even worse, I salivate at the thought of causing others to submit to my will.

That’s the power we’re all after, in our depraved state.  If we can get it through magical powers, great!  If by money and popularity, bring it on!  If by manipulation and sex appeal, so be it.  The devil packages power in many ways, and let’s be perfectly clear on this point.  In this world, the devil offers power.  Did you get that?  In this world, it is the devil who offers power, or at least the promise of it.  What of Christ’s offer?  In this world, selfless love, which will likely include submission, humility, sacrifice, persecution and suffering.  The payoff?  Eternal life in the presence of God.  Is it worth it?  A bazillion times over.  One minute in His presence would be worth a lifetime of suffering.  Eternity in His presence is truly unimaginable.  But we’re so fixated on power in this temporary world, that we are blinded to the eternity that follows.

Life After Frozen

Let’s get back to my premise.  When my little girls dramatically raise their arms to the music, building their beautifully frozen fortresses, they are revealing (in one small way) their total depravity.  Now, remember, I like Frozen.  I’m not condemning their choice – as if to believe they should know better (they don’t, yet).  I understand their choice, and it helps me better understand the depravity of their little unregenerate hearts, lest I be fooled by their cute smiles and loving cuddles.  My heavenly mission as their father is not to cultivate better or stronger or more ambitious little girls, but to point them to their need to become new little girls in Jesus Christ.  Will I rain on their Frozen parade – melting Olaf?  Nah, I love the snow.  I’ll just pack this reminder away.  I will see my girls just as they are.  I will celebrate with greater appreciation my Lord and Savior and His act of selfless love in dying for depraved little hearts.  Someday, trusting the Lord will grant my daily petitions, my little girls and I will sing a new song – maybe something like this ;>)

Let me go, Let me go,
Can’t live for me anymore
Let me go, let me go
Look to Him who I adore

I don’t care
What they’re going to say
Let His grace flow on
My daddy’s prayers led me here today

Let me go, Let me go,
I’m one with Christ on high
Let me go, Let me go,
By His blood, I won’t die

Here I kneel
And here I’ll pray
Let His grace flow on

Let me go, Let me go,
Can’t live for me anymore
Let me go, let me go
All to Him who I adore

Here I kneel
And here I’ll pray
Let His grace flow on
My daddy’s prayers led me here today

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