Almost every story of redemption begins in the most hopeless of places. Perhaps it has to. Maybe that’s part of what makes a story a redemption story. Suppose Star Wars had started out on Alderaan, an epicenter of the Rebellion. It would have been an entirely different type of movie if a highly trained and educated rebel leader faced up against the Empire’s destructive symbol of power.
But we so love the stories where hope comes out of left field. Out of the places least expected. We want to follow the transformation. To hear lines like “There’ll be no escape for the princess this time”, and “Well, if there’s a bright center to the universe, you’re on the planet that it’s farthest from”, and then see them proved wrong.
That’s why Star Wars, was , has been, and continues to be so popular. It takes the hopelessness so prevalent in the world around us, and flips it on its head. It finds its heroes in the most unlikely, least desirable places.
That resonates with us. I wonder why. I have a funny feeling it began a long time ago in a little town far, far away (at least from me). The city they called The House of Bread. Bethlehem.
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