In the mass hysteria that is the superhero-universe phenom, here are a couple of guys that are somewhat overlooked:

Give it time. Hollywood will find a way.
The other kind of hornet is more real in my personal experience as a school nurse, however. One of the custodians in my school building was called to go kill a wasp or two flying around inside the building one the second day of school because there were a couple of kiddos registered as “allergic”. (SOOOooo glad the teachers read my notes to them—thank you and I love you!!)
Clearly, stinging insects have been around doing their thing for a long time:
“And I sent terror[*] ahead of you to drive out the two kings of the Amorites. It was not your swords or bows that brought you victory.”
See the little [*] by the word “terror”? It’s really interesting to look those up in the notes sometimes. This one says that the experts render this particular ancient Hebrew word as “hornet”, so the translators give us our word “terror”. And yes, if you’ve ever been stung by a hornet, especially if you’re allergic to them, it would bring terror to the heart to see a swarm of them coming at you!
Of course, that’s not what Joshua was referring to, although the Lord of Angel Armies could certainly have done that—this aging Israelite warrior is here recounting the miracles of Yahweh, including the plagues of Egypt. But this “hornet” is, at least in part, the spiritual fear that God sent ahead to infect the enemy and prepare the victory for His people.
And don’t discount for a milli-second that there was spiritual battle going on prior to the military one.
Which makes me consider a couple of things…
First, I am pretty amazed at how easily I take for granted my ability to…do anything. As if my words, my skill, my ideas, my successes are truly mine. Sometimes I need to be reminded, or stay reminded, just how NOT in control I really am, and give credit where credit is due.
Having acknowledged that, my participation is still essential, nonetheless. I dare not allow myself this entitlement mentality that so inflicts our human nature, (no, contrary to popular opin, it is NOT merely a millennial trait, folks!), and expect God to serve me. Take care of me, yes; serve me, no way. Must, must, must understand the difference.
Anyway, cape or no cape, the battle is raging. I’ll be thankful I’m in the right camp.
Joshua 22:12 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
Last night I found my cat playing with a wasp. Immediately I removed my slipper, swatted the wasp, scooped it up with a plastic cup, and dropped the wasp in a garbage can that has a lid. My cat still hasn’t forgiven me for breaking her toy. (This is the second time this year.) J.
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OUCH! An analogy all its own, ie, “playing” with things we think are toys….
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I had one of those little bitty hornets fly up my nose while I was working and sting me inside my nostril. Oh, my that hurt. I cried like a baby LOL. Swelled up too, but didn’t know I was until I walked in a customer’s house and they all freaked out a bit.
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YIKES!! That could have been catastrophic!
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Though I review more comics recently in the last two years I’m still one who knows very little about comics and heroes…but this past year was the first time I got really into the Green Hornet and from there also the Shadow!!!!
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Bob loves it, but (like you) is wary of the subculture that is pervasive within that genre. It’s in such a context that he wants to be light and life, if you get my drift.
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Yes indeed. I appreciate Bob’s blogging and interaction with comments on my posts.
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