king of kings and lord of lords.
~ Rev 19:16
What is there to say about this title? It contains within itself, the description of it's function.
But in the context of the scripture, Jesus is not only a Sovereign authority that these kings are in someway deferential to.
In the context of this scripture, it is a title he has earned by besting all comers in battle.
It is not only an inherited title but one that has been earned and paid for in blood.
And this authority that stretches out from his throne and touches every corner of eternity and infinity, supersedes all rules and rulers.
As the apostles asserted that 'you would not have any power over us unless it was granted to you' and so nothing happens that he has not either purposed or permitted.
You have no boss that Jesus is not the boss of.
You have no king that Government that Jesus is subject to.
You have no sovereign that Jesus is not sovereign over.
That is why I was so touched to see the title of our Monarchs book, here in the UK, "The King I serve".
And he is sovereignly working, in all things for the good of those that love him and are called according to his purposes.
And he doesn't just stand apart, bidding that you do his will, and suffer for his cause like some tyrant moving people as though they were sacrificial pawns in his master plan. No.
The King we serve is the Servant King.
And he served us by becoming one of us, and washing our feet, and laying down his life. And he doesn't only refer back to this 33yrs on earth as some sort of divine leverage with us. No. He is human forever. He bares the scars forever. And he is Yahweh Shammah. God who is there. He is with us, in our defeats and victory, in our joy and despair.
The King of Love my shepherd is.
Oh Yes, and amen.
Oh how he loves us.
I will leave you with the words from one of the few hymns, as magnificent as many of them are, to come close to putting into words the multifaceted nature of Jesus' Kingship.
And He is our sovereign,
This day,
And all days.
Amen.
~ Rev 19:16
What is there to say about this title? It contains within itself, the description of it's function.
But in the context of the scripture, Jesus is not only a Sovereign authority that these kings are in someway deferential to.
In the context of this scripture, it is a title he has earned by besting all comers in battle.
It is not only an inherited title but one that has been earned and paid for in blood.
And this authority that stretches out from his throne and touches every corner of eternity and infinity, supersedes all rules and rulers.
As the apostles asserted that 'you would not have any power over us unless it was granted to you' and so nothing happens that he has not either purposed or permitted.
You have no boss that Jesus is not the boss of.
You have no king that Government that Jesus is subject to.
You have no sovereign that Jesus is not sovereign over.
That is why I was so touched to see the title of our Monarchs book, here in the UK, "The King I serve".
And he is sovereignly working, in all things for the good of those that love him and are called according to his purposes.
And he doesn't just stand apart, bidding that you do his will, and suffer for his cause like some tyrant moving people as though they were sacrificial pawns in his master plan. No.
The King we serve is the Servant King.
And he served us by becoming one of us, and washing our feet, and laying down his life. And he doesn't only refer back to this 33yrs on earth as some sort of divine leverage with us. No. He is human forever. He bares the scars forever. And he is Yahweh Shammah. God who is there. He is with us, in our defeats and victory, in our joy and despair.
The King of Love my shepherd is.
Oh Yes, and amen.
Oh how he loves us.
I will leave you with the words from one of the few hymns, as magnificent as many of them are, to come close to putting into words the multifaceted nature of Jesus' Kingship.
Crown him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon his throne.
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing of him
Who died for thee,
And hail him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
The Lamb upon his throne.
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing of him
Who died for thee,
And hail him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
Crown him the virgin's Son,
The God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won
Which now His brow adorn;
Fruit of the mystic rose,
As of that rose the stem;
The root whence mercy ever flows,
The Babe of Bethlehem.
The God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won
Which now His brow adorn;
Fruit of the mystic rose,
As of that rose the stem;
The root whence mercy ever flows,
The Babe of Bethlehem.
Crown him the Son of God,
Before the worlds began,
And ye who tread where he hath trod,
Crown him the Son of Man;
Who every grief hath known
That wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for His own,
That all in him may rest.
Before the worlds began,
And ye who tread where he hath trod,
Crown him the Son of Man;
Who every grief hath known
That wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for His own,
That all in him may rest.
Crown him the Lord of life,
Who triumphed over the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife
For those he came to save.
His glories now we sing,
Who died, and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring,
And lives that death may die.
Who triumphed over the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife
For those he came to save.
His glories now we sing,
Who died, and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring,
And lives that death may die.
Crown him the Lord of peace,
Whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end,
And round his piercèd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
Whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end,
And round his piercèd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
Crown him the Lord of love,
Behold his hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye
At mysteries so bright.
Behold his hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye
At mysteries so bright.
Crown him the Lord of Heaven,
Enthroned in worlds above,
Crown him the King to whom is given
The wondrous name of Love.
Crown him with many crowns,
As thrones before him fall;
Crown him, ye kings, with many crowns,
For he is King of all.
Enthroned in worlds above,
Crown him the King to whom is given
The wondrous name of Love.
Crown him with many crowns,
As thrones before him fall;
Crown him, ye kings, with many crowns,
For he is King of all.
Crown him the Lord of lords,
Who over all doth reign,
Who once on earth, the incarnate Word,
For ransomed sinners slain,
Now lives in realms of light,
Where saints with angels sing
Their songs before him day and night,
Their God, Redeemer, King.
Who over all doth reign,
Who once on earth, the incarnate Word,
For ransomed sinners slain,
Now lives in realms of light,
Where saints with angels sing
Their songs before him day and night,
Their God, Redeemer, King.
Crown him the Lord of years,
The Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail
Throughout eternity.
The Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail
Throughout eternity.
And He is our sovereign,
This day,
And all days.
Amen.
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