God’s power is like Himself, self-existent, self-sustained. The mightiest of men cannot add so much as a shadow of increased power to the Omnipotent One. He sits on no buttressed throne and leans on no assisting arm. His court is not maintained by His courtiers, nor does it borrow its splendor from His creatures. He is Himself the great central source and Originator of all power. ~C. H. Spurgeon
If God were more like Superman, we’d be able to count on Him. He’d be predictable. He’d always protect the innocent and save the day, or at least our Metropolis, from all human evil and natural disasters.
If God were more like Superman, He’d be a lot more popular – for a couple of reasons. For one thing, He’d be flawed. We like to see flaws in people. It helps boost our own super-egos. Others’ flaws are like Kryptonite to the Pharisaical.
If God were more like Superman He’d be so much more attractive on every level. He’d be dashingly good-looking and He’d know how to make an entrance. It would be nothing like the way He did it – born in scandal and sleeping in a crate in a stinking outbuilding.
If God were more like Superman, we’d understand Him. We like a god we can understand. He’d be super enough to have powers that exceed ordinary humans. He’d be hero enough to save a damsel in distress or plug a leak in the Hoover Dam. But He wouldn’t be super enough to save a soul, so we wouldn’t have to go messing about with thoughts of life after this life.
If God were more like Superman, we wouldn’t even need grace.
If God were more like Superman, He’d be just a slob like one of us that pulls shut the door and morphs into someone with superhuman potential.
But He isn’t. There’s no Kryptonite to restrict or challenge His powers. He doesn’t change His clothes or His character. God didn’t step into a phone booth as a man and come out a Superman. God stepped into our world as a poverty-stricken baby and came out a Savior.