I love to read aloud. I enjoy reading with expression and voices. I love the sadness or the joy or the excitement of a good story. I have fun making my voice grow to a shout or dwindle away to a whisper. And I love to watch my children sit on the edge of their seats, almost biting their nails as they wait to see if Will Scarlet will escape the hangman's noose or if Friar Tuck will be able to sneak Maid Marian away from the clutches of Guy of Gisborne. They holler with delight when the Black Knight whisks Robin Hood away from danger at the last moment. Ah, the pure bliss of a good story.
We love stories with a champion. A maiden in distress who is rescued by the man she loves. Poor peasants who need a savior. I think this is a great season for Robin Hood. Because if we love Robin Hood, can we not also be reminded of The Great Story, and the fact that we are peasants in this world. We have an enemy who can only "steal, kill and destroy". He would take everything we love or anything that would offer us Life. He would steal away our very hearts. But when the world is bleakest, the times are the darkest, enter. . . a Baby? Not a dashing Robin Hood. But indeed the Saviour of all mankind. Robin Hood didn't have to die for anyone. But our Jesus made the ultimate sacrifice. He was born. He lived. He died. But best of all, He arose! He came that we "might have life--- and life more abundantly!" He came and gave us the weapons to fight against that enemy who can only "steal, kill and destroy". What a wonderful Saviour!
And someday, when God Almighty sees that time is ended, His command will be issued and then. . . our Prince will come. He will come riding on a white horse with His armies around Him. And nevermore will we be intimidated by fear or sidelined by confusion. The enemy will be disarmed. And as the Bride of the Lord Jesus our real life will begin. I can hardly wait!
Robin Hood doesn't have anything on my Jesus.