I can barely remember the comic book character Prince Valiant. His adventures were all exotic and solved by the sword. The villains had not a single redeeming quality. Castles and fair maidens abounded.
The word valiant was seized with an arresting quality: brave, bold, courageous, virtuous.
As with so many super heroes there was a sense of Messiah and nick-of-time rescue in each story. We all long for the arrival of the ultimate hero. We look in entertainments, sports, politics, exploration, invention, but every arena is tainted, and the shiny breastplate tarnished.
One of these days I will read John Bunyan’s classic work The Holy City. It is an allegory about the community Mansoul, and the numerous attacks from without and within.
The Christian’s Prince valiant has fought the noble battle and won, has cleansed the Holy City, has foiled the enemy of our souls in the very transaction that Satan had thought would destroy and defame.
13 And you, being dead in your sins and the uncircumcision of your flesh, hath he quickened together with him, having forgiven you all trespasses;
14 Blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing it to his cross;
15 And having spoiled principalities and powers, he made a shew of them openly, triumphing over them in it.
So forget the Marvel and DC comic titles. The real deal has triumphed and the awareness of His victory goes out through all the land, bringing the peasants out into the open, ringing the bells and renewing the town hall songs.
He also has a white horse of His own (Revelation 19).