After a mentally straining week, I decided to watch a psychological horror. I was looking for a story with a tormented protagonist who may or may not win at the end. The Babadook surprised me (literally). One critic calls it an actualized form of the mother’s grief of losing her husband while giving birth to her son. My Babadook isn’t grief, but failure. And it just might be that one dark creature I can’t kill, but only able to trap in the basement to keep at bay. I believe God allows Babadooks into our lives—sometimes for life. Just ask Paul:
Three times I appealed to the Lord about this, that it would depart from me. And he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, because my power is perfected in weakness.” Therefore rather I will boast most gladly in my weaknesses, in order that the power of Christ may reside in me. Therefore I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in calamities, in persecutions and difficulties for the sake of Christ, for whenever I am weak, then I am strong.
Like both mother and son in the movie, you may come to the depressing reality that you can’t kill your Babadook. But I wonder, for every extremely successful entrepreneur who has insecurity trapped in their basement, or moving musician who has depression in theirs, or world-class scientist with unbelief of the supernatural—I wonder how amazing they’d be without their monsters in the closet. What’s your Babadook?