Greetings Dear Reader,
“The Bible says my King is a seven-way king
He's the King of
the Jews; that's a racial king
He's the King of
Israel; that's a national King
He's the King of
Righteousness
He's the King of
the Ages
He's the King of
Heaven
He's the King of
Glory
He's the King of
kings, and He's the Lord of lords. That's my King.
Well....I wonder, do you know Him?”
Again I am reminded that I must not allow the humanity of
Christ to eclipse his sovereignty. As I
move toward Holy Week this year I am reminded to just how many people stopped
to proclaim Jesus as King when he rode into Jerusalem. A friend of mine who has belief in Christ
only as a man sees the entry into Jerusalem as his big political mistake.
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| His Name – www.livingprints.com – Corey Wilkinson |
Jesus knew exactly what he was doing. As he rode into Jerusalem he saw the very
people who would by week’s end shout for his violent death to a Governor they
hated. Jesus knew exactly who he was and
is. It not the true measure of those who
deserve to lead how they treat their subjects?
This man; this God had every right to the throne of
Jerusalem and the world. In abject
humility he stepped away from both to redeem his kingdom. We love this kind of story. Yet we so easily doubt the core truth from
which all such stories spring. Arthur of
Camelot, Aragorn of Middle Earth, and Asian of Narnia all point us back to the
redemptive, righteous King who left his throne to save his people.
When the King of Heaven rides into Jerusalem he does so in
order that he may die. He knows what is
in front of him and moves toward it in pain and sorrow for the joy that is on
the other side. He knows that the only
way out with his kingdom intact is through: through the cheers of the crowd,
through the jeers of the same crowd, and through the cross.
My King is the one who knew what he was doing, what it would
cost, and what it would buy. He took the
long view and paid the ransom required by that long view. That’s my King. I wonder; do you know him?
Ride
on to Die – Michael Card
Seems the sorrow untold, as you look down the road
At the clamoring crowd drawing near
Feel the heat of the day, as you look down the way
Hear the shouts of Hosanna the King
Oh, daughter of Zion your time's drawing near
Don't forsake Him, oh don't pass it by
On the foal of a donkey as the prophets had said
Passing by you, He rides on to die
Come now little foal, though you’re not very old
Come and bear your first burden bravely
Walk so softly upon all the coats and the palms
Bare the One on your back oh so gently
Midst the shouting so loud and the joy of the crowd
There is One who is riding in silence
For He knows the ones here will be fleeing in fear
When their shepherd is taken away
Oh, daughter of Zion your time's drawing near
Don't forsake Him, oh don't pass it by
On the foal of a donkey as the prophets had said
Passing by you, He rides on to die
Soon the thorn cursed ground will bring forth a crown
And this Jesus will seem to be beaten
But He'll conquer alone both the shroud and the stone
And the prophesies will be completed
Oh, daughter of Zion your time's drawing near
Don't forsake Him, oh don't pass it by
On the foal of a donkey as the prophets had said
Passing by you, He rides on to die
On the foal of a donkey as the prophets had said
Passing by you He rides on to die
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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