A few days ago, my son and I got to see an extended preview of Guardians of the Galaxy. We had a lot of fun watching the prison break scene (my son is quoting lines like some kids sing "Let it Go" from Frozen).
I was struck, too, by a slightly longer version of a scene visible in the public trailers:
Peter Quill stands among the other future Guardians of the Galaxy and says: "I look around and you know what I see? Losers!... But right now, life's giving us a chance."
In the preview, we got a longer explanation -- that they've all lost something: homes, families, freedom. They've all lost -- maybe by chance, maybe by choice -- but they've all lost something.
Life's giving them a chance to do something good. (Through the magic of editing, in the trailers, he adds that they can do "something good, something bad... a little of both".)
Yes, they've come from bad pasts -- from loss and, in some cases, from wicked choices in response. But we're not defined by our choices. We're, instead, free to choose the good today. (Even if that "good" is a little "bad" too -- in the rogueish, Peter Quill sense.)
The assassin need not kill any longer, unless to preserve life. The thief need not steal, unless to fulfill the requirements of justice. The "maniac" with a vendetta may even achieve the same good end -- defeating evil -- without the evil means of wrath. It's a matter of choice. It's a matter of why not just how. And it's a matter of recognizing that losers needn't be defined by loss.
I'm a mess. If you're reading this and benefiting from it, it's not because of me. What can little ole me do? I can let the world see what god can do with a loser like me. I'm not defined by losses and failures. I'm not defined by wasted years. I'm doing what good I can now, and I am held up by God's grace, not my own greatness. Loss has a way of stripping away that delusion.
It may be in our loss that we find our greatest strength, bolstered by the Holy Spirit. For some of us, it takes the helplessness of loss to make enough space for the Spirit to come in. Only when all the toys have stopped beeping and buzzing can we hear the still, small voice. For some, loss--especially the greater loss of people rather than things --is a poignant reminder of our reliance on God. Every breath is His gift, and we have no claim on drawing it. For some, loss is the lens through which we can focus others on what really drives our life.
Stripped of his brothers, his printing presses, and his freedoms, he shone, like a gem stone stripped of the outer coating. There, laying in a bed, barely alive after being beaten, he was able to refuse a cup of tea, saying "(the other patients) don't have anything, give it to them. Don't worry... the Immaculata is helping me still." (Marytown newsletter, June 2014)
A loser should not be scandalized by his loss--by the cross. He should not be ashamed of loss. Rather, he must shine forth all the more the radiance of Christ. For it is in loss--in weakness--that we can show most effectively that "yet I live, not longer I, but Christ lives in me." (Gal 2:20)
And here's the crazy thing--somehow, through God's mysterious ways, it is in letting go that we often achieve our greatest. Peter Quill cannot become Star Lord, no matter how many times he uses the name himself. By doing the task at hand, even imperfectly (and, trust me, these Guardians will stumble through imperfectly!), he becomes the real Star Lord. Through loss and dedication to this "something good", the losers really become the Guardians of the Galaxy.
The tagline from one of the trailers, "When things get bad, they'll do their worst", reminds me of a line from G. K. Chesterton: "Anything worth doing is worth doing badly." That is our hope and our joy, that our imperfect efforts now can be lifted up beyond any loss or failure in the past.
Image from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Kolbe-szombathely.jpg