Living by the red of my cape

It took a long time, with many long talks with my girlfriend and sister constantly tossing back and forth of words and phrases before finally coming up with this name. The name was meant to express the purpose of the blog and since that purpose was to document my life and my calling, the title was really meant to describe me. Well asking my girlfriend and sister to put into a few words who Arel is, proved to be asking a lot. Apparently they know me well and have Many words with which they'd describe who I am. But finally I told them I'd let the blog title describe part of me and the words I write in the blog describe the rest.
By Red Of His Cape, did a little more than describe part of me though. I wrote a poem a couple years ago which I will post on here next, which describes me as Superman. Before that poem I never identified with Superman because he had all these super powers which made it feel like he was just cheating. He seemed invincible and who can identify with someone who never gets hurt? Well, almost invincible. The moment kryptonite enters the scene, he crumbles. Not much of hero when a little shard of rock brings him to his knees. Then I had an epiphany. Superman never worked out for his great strength and I never earned Salvation. Both of us received these supernatural gifts. Superman wimps out when his kryptonite is present and how often have I lost my nerve when my emotions get tangled up. Back when I wrote my poem, I hadn't met my girlfriend Sheila, and many girls had played with my heart and made me feel as weak as Superman when his kryptonite is sucking the life from him. So it turned out Superman and I had a lot in common. Both of us were supernaturally gifted and easily crumbled. Both of us, in light of our gifts, had callings to fulfill and despite the unusual amount of "kryptonite" in existence all over Earth, we were both expected to accomplish our callings anyway.
Now back to the name, which should now be clear to you, is a reference to Superman's red cape. But the metaphor also refer to the red blood of my Savior, spilled for the sake of my soul and who was resurrected to assure my Salvation. Now my life is a bought one and I have been given a red cape to remind me of the fact. So this is my lot and it is a happy one, that I should live by the red of my cape and write of it all to encourage you to do so as well.
I'll post up my poem soon.