As
we all probably know by know, I am a geek, and I am also child of
the eighties. Raised in the period of Mrs Thatcher, perms, shoulder
pads, and the best Saturday morning cartoons ever. But we’ll get
back to them later. The cartoons, not Mrs Thatcher. Or perms.
So
it will be no surprise that the other weekend I watched Avengers: End
Game, the culmination of eleven years of superhero movies. A
three-hour bladder straining marathon if ever there was one. It was
also quite thought-provoking that the twenty-somethings at the cinema
had probably grown up with the movies, which also really made me feel
very nearly but not quite forty.(there’s two years to go).
The
films tell the story of a group of superheroes called the Avengers –
no, not the ones with Mrs Peel and John Steed – rather Captain
America, Iron Man, Thor, Hawk Eye. Creations of the late Stan Lee at
Marvel Comics in the 1960s. Born Stanley Martin Leiber in 1922, he
was from a Jewish immigrant family. Born in Manhattan, and originally
trained as a dress-maker, after WW2 he became a comic book writer and
publisher and working at Marvel Comics created some of the best-known
comic book heroes such as Spiderman, Iron Man, the incredible Hulk,
Thor. When, late in life, he was asked if he believed in God he said
‘I’m not going to try to be clever. I really don’t know. I just
don’t know.’ Whilst his faith in God may have been agnostic, his
faith in humanity and humanity’s potential for greatness, for
bettering itself was profound. In 1968, at the height of the civil
rights movement he wrote:
Let’s
lay it right on the line. Bigotry and racism are amongst the
deadliest social ills plaguing the world today. But, unlike a team of
costumed super-villains, they can’t be halted with a punch in the
snoot, or a zap from a ray gun. The only way to destroy them is to
expose them – reveal them for the insidious evils that they are.
The guy who is an unreasoning hater – one who hates blindly,
fanatically, indiscriminately. If his hang-up is black people, then
he hates ALL black people. If a redhead once offended him, he hates
ALL redheads. If a foreigner beat him to a job, he’s down on ALL
foreigners. He hates people he’s never seen – people he’s never
known – with equal intensity – with equal venom. Now, we’re not
saying it’s unreasonable for one human being to bug another. But
although anyone has the right to dislike another individual, it’s
totally irrational, patently insane to condemn an entire race – to
vilify an entire nation – to vilify an entire religion.
Sooner or later, if man is ever to be worthy of his destiny, we
must fill our hearts with tolerance. With love. For then, only then,
will we be truly worthy of the concept that mankind was created in
the image of God – a God who calls us ALL - His children.
And
it’s this idea of worth that was writ large in Avengers: End Game.
The Mighty Thor, come down from Asgard, is a member of the Avengers,
here to defend Midgard. Thor, the son of Odin the All-father, God of
thunder, lighting and storms. The God of strength and protection; the
God of Oak trees and fertility. He also has the power to heal – his
chariot is pulled by two goats called Tann grisnir and Tanngjostr and
once, when he got hungry, Thor killed and ate them, but thanks to the
power of Mjölnir
resurrected him and continued on his way.
He’s
not just a member of the Norse Pantheon, but of the German one too –
he’s referred to by the Roman author Tacitus.
He’s
the reason why Thursday is called Thursday. Thors Day.
Sadly,
the ancient Norse and German pantheon has been corrupted by white
supremacists. It started well before Mr Himmler got his hands on it,
and there is a very real spiritual battle going on between those who
follow the genuine old Norse religion and those racists who have
adopted it for their own ends.
Thor
gains his power from his mighty hammer Mjölnir.
Rather like the Sword Excalibur in the legend of King Arthur, or from
my own childhood, He Man’s Sword of Power or Lion-O’s Sword of
Omens. They can only be handled by the one true king, or handed down
through generations and/or from divine beings.
Inscribed
on the side of the hammer Mjölnir
is the legend
Whosoever
holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.
Whosoever holds this hammer.
The
word ‘worth’ comes from the old English word ‘weorth’ and
it’s also the route of the modern English word ‘worship’. In
Old English and Saxon weorth is to do with being appreciated, to be
well or highly thought of; honourable; noble; to be valued. Whilst
weorthscip refers to a condition of being worthy, dignity,
glory, distinction, honour. Or being the best. It was only in the
C13th that worship
came to be given it’s modern meaning.
In
the Movies Thor is played by the jaw-droppingly good-looking Chris
Hemsworth: all flowing blonde locks and able to bench press 300
pounds. That’s 136 kilos. It’s nice to have God you can fancy.
(perhaps fancy is too mild a word. Ahem).
In
Endgame, however, Thor is defeated. He’s depressed. He’s let
himself go and has turned into a drunken slob. Never stirs from his
rubbish-strewn house. No longer a six-pack, more several kegs of
lager. The film had been criticised in some circles for body-shaming,
because of the banter between Thor and his friends in the Avengers
who tell him to get his act together, to put a shirt on, put down the
beer tins and cream cheese and do something with his life. As someone
who has struggled most of their adult life with body image and
weight, I didn’t find it body-shaming at all. In fact it’s the
opposite. It’s empowering.
Because
Thor, even though he no longer possesses a God-like body – the
God-like body sold to us by Hollywood and the Media as the only thing
for men and women to make us happy, successful and give us value –
picks up Mjölnir.
Thor is still worthy.
Thor is still worthy.
Thor
still has the power.
You
don’t have to be a six-foot plus blonde Adonis to wield Mjölnir.
You
don’t have to be a Chris-Hemsworth-alike to be Worthy.
You
just have to be you.
I’m
not saying it’s wrong to want to look like Chris Hemsworth or to
aspire to such a level of fitness. I’m not saying you shouldn’t
work out. But work out for
the right reasons. In this
Mental Health Awareness Week, sadly around 1.25 million people in the
UK have or have had an eating disorder of some form, and that
includes anorexia, bulimia as well as over-eating; the NHS suggests
6.4% of all adults have or have struggled with an eating disorder,
with about 40% struggling with anorexia or bulimia as a result of
trying to conform with societies’ and the media’s notions of
being beautiful and being worthy. And, despite the public perception
that eating disorders only affect teenage girls in fact 25% of those
who suffer are males.
Exercise,
being fit and healthy is good for you and proven to help with making
you feel good and has many long-term health benefits. But you don’t
want to be the person who, when it comes to write their eulogy or
tombstone the most important thing someone can say is ‘they had
amazing abs.’
Just
as Thor in Endgame was worthy, so are we. We are Worthy for who and
what we are right now.
And
for many people – most of us in fact – I think that’s a
struggle. To acknowledge that we are enough. We need to give
ourselves permission to say ‘I am enough’ that ‘I have worth’.
It can be easy to live in a bubble of self-doubt, self-pity, throwing
ourselves into work and finding worth through ‘being productive’
or trying to like and love everyone but never doing the same for
yourself.
This
is what my Personal Trainer said the other day:
Breaking that bubble is scary. It’s a challenge. But it’s also a giving of permission. Permission to be happy. Loving and trusting yourself that it’s OK to do this. That it’s OK to be happy. That it’s OK to practice self-care. This will make you more you. Give yourself permission. Pause. Slow down. You can give yourself permission to do less; you don’t have to feel obligated to say yes to everyone and do things. That’s not what life is about. Go out there and do something that you want to do. Go out and try it. It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t work that’s OK. The important thing is you went for it. Did the work. Your worth isn’t based on success or lack of success. It’s based on you being you. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be the best you, and the most you, you can be.
We
don’t need Thor’s magic hammer, or He-Man’s sword of power to
be worthy.
We
don’t need to look like Chris Hemsworth or any other A-list
Hollywood celebrity to be worthy.
Because
we are worthy as we are. And at times it can be hard to realise
that, to remember that. So perhaps we do, at times need Mjölnir
to remind us that we are worthy. Even Thor needs reminding that he’s
worthy too – in one story when he’s lost Mjölnir
and goes into a sulk, Odin asks him ‘Are you the God Thor or the
God of Hammers?’
But
it’s not from Mjölnir
where Thor, or where we draw our strength or worth. It’s from
within us. Because we weorthy. We are significant, of value,
appreciated, highly thought-of.
And,
to quote He-Man
- The truth of love will always guide us.
- The strength above will be inside us.
- Forever more we'll be together.
- Our hearts will soar with one another.
- For the honour of love.
- By the power above.
- We Have The Power!