I explore the connection between theology and graphic literature (such as comic books). New comics are released every Wednesday. Hence, Wednesday Theology.
Father Leone: I mean, people look to you to save them -- probably most of the time -- from their own mistakes.
They do things -- knowingly -- wrong. And they look to you afterward to make them right.
Why do you bother?
Superman: Because I can.
Father Leone: That doesn't mean you have to.
Superman: Yes, it does.
Father Leone: Why...
...if it's not out of love?
Stan: You know those religiosos who think God will save them? They got it all wrong. I have found my "savior" with a capital "S"!
Ed: I may be agnostic, but I'm pretty sure that's not the same "save"...
Superman: What if I was just a man, who came to you and said that his wife was taken away from him, and he wanted the world to pay for that?
Father Leone: I'd say that there is no love in revenge.
Father Leone: Hi, John.
John: Hey, Father Leone, what can I get for you? The peaches -- out of this world.
Father Leone: How's Randy?
John: Ah! Y'know... kids.
Father Leone: He's not sick is he?
John: No...
Listen, Father, Me 'r the missus should have called... but Randy, y'know, kids -- they hear things, they get confused, they don' know what to think...
Their friends... the abuse, the names...
It ain't easy.
Father Leone: No, it's not.
John: We just think it's better for him, if maybe for a while...
Father Leone: You're probably right.
Y'know, kids.
Tell him he's always welcome back.
John: I will father. Thanks for understanding.
Enjoy the peaches.
Wonder Woman: This is madness, Kal-El!
It was called The Vanishing, a hopeful name in the face of hopelessness.
For all we know, those people could be gone forever, and our only hope is that they didn't suffer.
Superman: For all I believe...
...they're alive.
Wonder Woman: You have no proof!
Superman: Diana... I don't need proof.
I have something stronger.
I have faith.
Asmodel: Yield!
Superman: Never!
Flash: This is the guy who said he couldn't live up to his myth.
He's wrestling an angel...
Pullman: Lots of Jews in this city. Lots of desperation, too. Who gives a fuck, right? I know, I know.
But it reminds me of another place, and another time. Judaea, couple of thousand years back.
Wilson: Judaea?
Pullman: Under the Roman yoke. Exactly. A people who never lost in war, now taking it up the ass on a daily basis. The desperate, Tallis.
And the disenfranchised. The most fertile soil in the whole damn world.
And you know what grows in that soil? I'll tell you.
Fucking messiahs.
Wilson: You mean...stories about messiahs?
Pullman: What else would I fucking mean?
Imagine a baby in a basket. Bullrushes. Or a stable. Some garbage like that.
But all freshly painted. The basket's a flying saucer. The baby's an alien.
Once that shit gets into the system, it takes blood and sweat to get it out again.
Supergirl: I don't get it. It's a religion thing, right?
Superman: Yes. It's a major holiday in the Christian faiths--
Supergirl: --Even though many scholars agree that Jesus's actual birthday probably wasn't in December at all? And Santa Claus isn't in the Bible..?
Superman: You're just messing with me now, aren't you?
This is an IMAGINARY STORY... Aren't they all?
