[This week Logan Kruck is preaching at our church. He has graciously allowed me to share his sermon here.]
Superman Dies! How can it be? Superman can’t ever die! Don’t you read the stories?!
Those who know me know that I love comics. I read them all the time. And Superman is the comic hero of heroes, the standard of what it means to be virtuous and good. But, when I was 8 years old, I read this comic and was shocked. Superman was dead. It’s hard to separate fiction from reality when you are 8. All of your favorite characters are very real to you. So, when Superman died, a real hero died. What could I say? What should I feel? As a child, when your hero dies, you feel very alone, as if all the good in the world died with him. What do I do from here?
Listen now, to the words of David
Your glory, oh Israel, lies slain upon your high places! How the mighty have fallen!
This isn't the song of Israel on opposite side of the Red sea watching Egypt drown. It is not, "Horse and chariot are cast into the sea! How the mighty God triumphs!"
It is a different song. It is a song of shock and lament. It is a song out of the midst of the horror of battle. And our king, our representative to God, is dead.