I have a lot of questions. Questions like:
“Why can man land on the moon, but he can’t figure out a woman?”
“Why can’t the economic work force begin the day at a more reasonable hour… like, an hour after coffee?”
“Will my kids ever learn to tidy up?”
But perhaps the most pertinent question I’ve had over the last few years has been: “How do you slay a dragon?”
My son isn’t completely convinced that dragons don’t exist. When he was just four years old, it was the sort of thing that took up most of his life. Still to this day, he’ll run around the garden with swords and guns, and occasionally – when the need arises – he runs inside to get help (i.e. Me).
You see (obviously!)… you can’t kill a dragon by yourself. You have to do it as a gang…
“C’mon dad! You take this sword [hands me a little stick], and I’ll take THE sword!”
And off we go… screaming and slicing everything in our path with as much decibel abandon and ignorance as only boys can. But make no error, even as a four-year-old, he knew exactly how to kill this dragon.
“You have to stab it in the belly, dad! That’s the softest part of the dragon.”
Out of the mouths of babes.
Most people I know are dealing with some sort of dragon in their own life. Myself included. And the only way to kill such a beast, is to pierce it where it is most vulnerable. To get a clear shot at the underbelly is not easy. It takes work. It takes courage. Sometimes you can’t do it on your own… you need help to do it.
Big dragon or little dragon, It doesn’t matter. For the sake of love, we go. There’s someone to save, and a beast to slay.