Dear Lord,
I’ve heard a lot of stuff about you today, and thought about a lot of stuff from other days. How Your enemies are going to end up as a footstool for You. How your kingdom is not of this world. King of the Jews, King of my heart, King of our souls, Prince of peace, King of kings. Crown of thorns. Powers of love and forgiveness. Your idea of wealth is love. Your angels singing hosanna. Our bodies like temples and our souls Your sanctuaries. How the woman was healed by touching your cloak. How the seas obeyed You when the disciples were in the boat. Christ the King, Agnus Dei, Lamb of God, Christus Rex. So many words. How can I reason with them? Even Your names are vast and difficult to rationalise. Majesty, worship his majesty…worship to the Servant King…King of love on Calvary…for our sake and our salvation, he came down from heaven…Saviour…’I was born for this’…one like a son of man…he gave his blood. That’s what I’m left with; this muddle of strong, meaningful words from the hymns and the gospel and the stories.
But they all make sense. All Love. All Lord. Perfect, pure, honest sense.
The sense that can save your life.
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