Christ our King

When Obama walked out to greet his people on Tuesday night, it just looked different from any acceptance speech I had seen before. It was not a “yea, we won” scene, or a “let’s party!” scene. It was romantic and emotional, with an ethereal glow. It looked like Camelot. No, it looked like the climactic scene in Return of the King, where Aragorn comes into his kingdom, crowned and received with overwhelming joy by adoring subjects. We all know what that was supposed to symbolize.

As I watched this election night scene: hushed reverence, tear streaked faces, starry eyes and hands raised up, I could not help but notice the comparison and contrast. Yes, it looked like a picture and a shadow of what will be. But this near worshipful scene involving a man was nothing compared to what it will be like when we are gathered and brought before our King, Jesus, to celebrate His victory and Kingdom.

O LORD of hosts, my King and my God! Ps.84:3.

Hallelujah! Salvation and glory and power belong to our God…Rev.19:1.