My feed has been full of dads showing off their superpower. They hold out their hand. Suddenly a little girl runs up and grabs it. She holds tight and looks up sweetly to her dad. Then the screen flips to Thor holding out his hand as the Hammer returns. (Check it out.)

Of course my girls are no longer little. If I held out my arm they would start to worry, “Are you alright, did you pull a muscle, is it arthritis?…” I am Thor without his hammer. Okay, my wife is shaking her head, I am not even Thor…

I did finish Dicken’s A Tale of Two Cities. Yes, I was supposed to read it in school… but I was not ready for it then. Meg and I often read in bed. And the ending was phenomenal. I am bawling, with Meg again shaking her head. But here is the quote that broke me. He is heading to the guillotine, in the middle of a long line to be executed. And a young lady – barely an adult – asks to hold his hand. Her fate is directly before his and she says,

“But for you dear stranger, I should not be so composed, for I am naturally a poor little thing, faint of heart; nor should I have been able to raise my thoughts to Him who was put to death, that we might have hope and comfort here to-day. I think you were sent to me by Heaven.”

In the book so many things are happening all at once. The changing of destinies. The repeated quotes of John 11:25 (I am the resurrection). But this simple moment broke me open and with all my might I asked for this superpower. That when the darkness crashes in and all is lost, then I might give others the ability to think of Jesus.