Summary: God rescues us from meaningless, purposeless, hopeless living.
You can forget "The New Adventures of Superman." As far as I’m concerned, his old adventures are the greatest. I remember jumping off that big, yellow school bus, racing across the road and into the living room. I’d snap on the TV and wait for the tube to warm up. If I’d gotten home in time, I’d hear…..
"Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!"
"Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s Superman!"
It was always the same. Episode after episode, Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen, two of the only three reporters the Daily Planet could afford, rushed off in pursuit of a "scoop" only to be scooped up by the bad guys.
Did these two have the good sense to worry? Of course not! For, in the guise of Clark Kent, their mild-mannered colleague, Superman was always watching out for them. Lois and Jimmy knew they could depend on Superman.
He bursts through the wall---the brick wall. The adobe bounces and the dust flies and there he stands! Out come the villains’ guns. How I love George Reeves’ classically bored expression as the bullets bounce harmlessly off his chest!
"Oh, Superman!" gushes Lois. "You saved us again!"
With a wry grin, Reeves would reply, "That’s my job, isn’t it, Miss lane?"
Wouldn’t it be a comfort to have somebody like Superman watching out for us? Got a flat and no jack? No problem for the Man of Steel! He can pick up the car, hold ‘er steady while we change the tire, and never even break a sweat!
But why waste such a magnificent creature on small stuff? Save him for when we’re stricken with a fatal disease. Why, he can fly into the future, retrieve the cure, and be back before one second has ticked by!
Did Mom and Dad break up? Superman can fix it. Am I saddled with some fear or compulsion, habit or addiction? You know Supe’s gotta be able to help!
After all, that’s why they call him "Superman," isn’t it?
But, let’s face it, reality is much more "steel" than superman will ever be "man of." And fantasizing does little, if anything, to help our hurts.
Well, what about God, then? He’s real, isn’t He? Yes, I believe He is. He loves us, doesn’t He? Yes, I believe He does. Well, why doesn’t He rescue us when we’re in trouble?
You know, sometimes He does. If you listen to the "Focus On The Family" radio program, you probably heard the dramatic story of Duane Miller. He was a minister who loved to preach and sing. Then Duane lost his voice and plunged into a pit of despair. Did god rescue him? Did He! Not only did He restore Duane’s voice, He allowed the miracle to be audio-taped as it happened!
King David knew how God could rescue. He’d pulled David’s fat out of the fire more than once. And David loved to make up songs—Psalms, we call them—about these rescues. "The sorrows of death compassed me." Sings David in the eighteenth Psalm. "The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me." In David’s distress, he calls on the Lord. Then, by George, things start to happen!