Christopher Reeves would have turned sixty-nine yesterday. This means we have a lot in common. If he were still alive, both of us would now be the same age. Also, we both played Superman. He played as an actor in a movie, while I was an actor too, but never made the movies. Using one of Mom’s bath towels and a safety pin to hold it up around my neck, I made believe I was flying. The other thing that we’d have in common is that life proved to us we that we were far from being super characters.
There was one super man on this planet and His name was Jesus. He was born of a virgin, proving He was from another world. He could heal the sick and raise the dead, proving He was truly the God-man He claimed to be. The most miraculous thing was His going to Calvary. In the predetermined council and foreknowledge of God, He carried our sins and rose the third day, revealing God accepted His sacrifice.
Over seven centuries before the birth of Christ, this is what the prophet Isaiah had to say about Him:
Who has believed what he has heard from us? And to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed? For he grew up before him like a young plant, and like a root out of dry ground; he had no form or majesty that we should look at him, and no beauty that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; and as one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his stripes we are healed. …
He was not an actor, but the real deal.
Give Him some thought.
Gary