Jesus Reigns
Ok, wait. I am not comfortable with this idea… entirely. We live in a democracy here in the US. But the other not-of-this-world kingdom we inhabit is a monarchy. With Jesus as King, and us as His Grace-compelled subjects. That’s a tough concept in a culture where I feel like I have to be in control and where I am responsible for creating my own manifest destiny. It’s also tough to comprehend in light of all the tough stuff I have gone through in my life. When it all seems so out of control and hopeless, how can Jesus reign?
My parents are old, and miserably failing. And I feel powerless. Yet Jesus reigns, with power and provision.
A woman I loved, and still love, evaporated from my life. And I lost her love. Jesus still reigns, with a love that fills all the deep pain of loss.
I work in a situation mired in apathetic consumerism and narcissism. And I am sickened. Jesus reigns, with grace.
I lost a wife of thirteen years to divorce. And I felt like I lost myself. Jesus reigns, with my true identity.
I sit in traffic, daily, wondering at the seeming futility of life. And I aimlessly plod on. Jesus reigns, with direction, purpose and hope.
I succumb to anger, lust and impatience, battered by the very real spiritual fight in my life. And I am left dejected. Jesus reigns, still more, using my weak vessel to fulfill his amazing purposes in this world. How and why, I still can’t fully comprehend.
I could conjure up many more examples. And time after time, Jesus will materialize to me as a steadfast King, in firm and loving control of His realm. And the thing I still can’t fathom is this: He calls me a King. My heart just had an impulse that I should faithfully fall down in front of Him, in a joyfully tearful acknowledgement of his loving reign over my soul. I just want to let myself completely loose in this, but I can’t yet. I don’t know why.
