x for X-Men

Well folks, the word X-Men is not in the dictionary and I won't use wikipedia for a source, so no definition—at least a literal one, this time around.  But I do have a blog about this topic!

I read comic books as a kid (still enjoy them) and have seen all the X-Men movies.  I have favorite characters and seeing them in action on the screen endears them to me even more.  

I love the people that are blue.  Every one of them.  They can morph!  Here they can be anything they want, take on any form at will, and fool all the people all the time!  Now is that cool or is that cool!  I forget as I watch them whether they are representing the good mutants or the bad.  I just watch them morph from one state to another, entranced and envious of their powers!  

I also like Charles, the head of the good guys.  But I don’t envy his powers.  I would not care to read people’s minds.  I have enough trouble with having empathy for others.  To read minds and thoughts, to see everything  would be my end.  My feelings for others tend to weigh me down when I see others in pain or need.  Read their thoughts?  Not going there.  I may say I want to know what others are thinking, but in reality?  No, not really.

A favorite character is the girl who has to wear gloves because her touch is so intense it destroys.  She I empathize with in the respect that sometimes I feel like my touch will destroy others or dispel anything that is beautiful.  Plus, what a lonely life without touch.

The boy who has wings and can fly is wonderful!  Wow!  How fantastic!  Or the boy who can freeze everything.  Or the one who can shoot fire.  All these fantastic powers!  To be able to use a power to change things!  How awesome—truly awesome!

So why did I choose X-Men, besides the fact that it is the letter of the alphabet I need to blog on?  Because I see their different powers attributed to their being mutants, enjoy their wild escapades, and it gives me hope.  Here, you will have to bear with me.  In their exaggerated powers, my desire to have those kinds of powers, I actually stop and think.  And that is what happened this time, too.

I realize, when I think about it, that each of us could be classified a mutant in that we have unique and special powers.  I have seen some people seem to set things on fire with a literally fiery glare of anger.  I have seen others stare so icily at a person that the person being stared at seems to freeze.  I have watched people morph in front of my eyes.  You know what I mean.  My mother can be a ball of anger and rage and the minister drive up and she morphs into a soft-spoken, well-controlled example of a Christian mother and wife.  That is as spectacular a morph as the best of the X-Men can pull off!  I have also had people read my thoughts without my ever saying a word.

Thinking about X-Men makes me realize we each have our special mutations that give us special powers.  It is our recognizing our special powers that starts us on our journey.  How we use those powers takes us further on our journey.  And sharing the benefits of our powers with others—well, that’s what it’s all about.

My truth in all this?  If I use my powers to help and you use yours, and others use theirs—there is no end to the good we can bring to the world and each other!  Power is wonderful used to help others.