Once and Future King
My concept of a public servant shares no resemblance to the members of Congress. Last week they voted another pay raise for themselves. The power invested, entrusted, and imputed to them generally serves only to insulate them from the effects of their policies.Do as I say, not as I do. The public lord. Not servant.
Another came and removed a holy and righteous diadem, lived beneath His position, as a man, specifically to serve me. Born in a feeding trough, His parents had ridden to Bethlehem on a donkey to meet a legal obligation. Those anticipating his birth traveled great distance to honor Him with gifts befitting His tenure on earth: gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
The King. The High Priest. The Savior willing to die in my place.
The perfection of God required a perfect atonement for my sin-a-plenty. I can’t fix myself. I’ve tried. God could only reach down and pluck me from the mire. He sent Jesus, One-with-God, as a man to lead me home. A holy sacrifice to Holy God.
The third day, He rose from the grave.
A dead savior holds no power over sin. The Romans posted guards around the tomb to ensure no one would steal His body to avert false proclamations of resurrection. But the grave couldn’t hold Him. His place, His throne, His kingdom was in heaven.
On this eve of Christmas, I stand with the late Dr. Shadrach Meshach Lockridge, former pastor, in proclaiming that Jesus is my King. I stand here, grateful, looking to His return. Dr. Lockridge stands before Him, grateful, in His presence.
Do you know Him?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aks9xkXxc2A&feature=related
He revealed Himself to me, only after I asked myself that question.
Merry Christmas!