Tomorrow,
Christians all around the world will celebrate Good Friday, commemorating Jesus’
sacrificial death on the cross. For decades fans, commentators, and movie
reviewers have identified striking similarities between Superman and Jesus. Few
stories illustrate Superman’s Christlikeness better than The Death of Superman. I write about this in the following excerpt
from my soon-to-be release book, Holy Heroes: Comics, Cosplay and
Christianity:
I will never forget a chilly Wednesday
afternoon in November of 1992. My dad drove me to the comic book store to buy
the newest issue of Superman. I never saw anything like it. The line at the
comic book store stretched out the door and around the corner as customers
waited for hours to get a copy of the issue that sold millions. When I finally
made it to the front of the line, the store owner reached beneath the counter
and handed me the coveted collector’s edition of Superman #75.
In the story that resulted in the Man of
Steel’s murder, a mysterious monster imprisoned far below the surface of the
Earth breaks free and wreaks havoc all over the Midwest. This hulking behemoth
collapses an interstate overpass, demolishes an 18-wheeler in a head on
collision with his fist, and aimlessly destroys whatever catches his eye. A
bystander describes him as, “the devil incarnate ushering in the end of the
world!” One of the other heroes, who try and fail to stop him, dubs the monster
Doomsday.
Superman is the only hero strong enough to
face the ferocious beast in a battle that stretches across six issues and
several states. Full-page panels decorated each page, stressing the hugeness of
the story. As their mêlée reaches Metropolis, streets are demolished, cars are
hurled, and the indestructible fighters crash through buildings. Their final punches
send shockwaves, shattering the glass from nearby windows. Bruised and bloody,
Superman refuses to give up. Finally, he puts every ounce of strength into one
last blow. Like weary boxers, the two contenders collide and then collapse onto
the broken pavement.
On the last page, in an image reminiscent of
Michelangelo’s Pietà, Lois whispers to Superman, “You stopped him! You saved us
all!” Then the leaf folds out into a three-page splash as Superman dies in
Lois’ arms.
I’ll be honest with you. I cried when I read
that story. Superman was my hero, yet there he lay—broken and lifeless. It
shattered my eleven-year-old heart. This story and this image defined for me
what it meant to be a hero.
Meanwhile, I was also reading my Bible and
listening closely to the stories I would hear in Sunday School about a hero
sent from above to save the world. I made a connection between the two.
Superman became the bridge that Jesus walked across.
What Superman did in that comic book, Jesus
did in reality. The monster may have been different, but the outcome was the
same. The Bible says, “When we were unable to help ourselves, at the moment of
our need, Christ died for us, although we were living against God. Very few
people will die to save the life of someone else. Although perhaps for a good
person someone might possibly die. But God shows his great love for us in this
way: Christ died for us while we were still sinners” (Romans 5:6-8 NCV).
This is why
Jesus is my superhero! He wants to be your hero, too. As we observe Good Friday
and remember Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross, let me encourage you to embrace
Jesus as your own heavenly hero. If you’re not sure how to do that, I’d love to
help. Better yet, find a Bible-believing church to attend this Easter.