Royalty Reimagined

This Christmas season we celebrate the birth of a king. But why? We don’t celebrate the birth of leaders decades later, not to mention centuries or millennia later. So why this king? What’s so different? We’ll let me tell you about the difference between their king and my King!

Their kings are born in a palace of gold and silver… my king was born into a manger of wood and hay

Their kings are announced to the leaders of countries… mine was announced to the leaders of sheep

Their king was son of generations of kings… my King is the son of the King of Generations!

Their kings have palaces and castles… my king has no place to lay his head

Their kings die a dignified death in their bed… my king died a humiliating death on MY cross

Their kings are above the law… and my king came to fulfill it

Their king have servants, mine came to serve

Theirs address the people, mine ministers to them

Theirs have armies and mine left His at home!

But Friends… oh friends…

Their kings rule over 1… my King reigns over all!

Their kings die… and MY. KING. LIVES!

Their kingdom ends… and MY KING IS COMING!

Let us worship the King!