the king

He’s here!  He’s here!

 

The future king is here!

 

Granted, Prince William and Kate Middleton’s baby was initially nameless, but the newborn babe has now been pronounced as none other than Prince George Alexander Louis; note that William’s name went unannounced for one whole week while his father, Charles, actually waited an entire month.  Regardless, a king is born!

 

Interestingly, this week my youngest teen strolled into my room, and via a manner of not so eloquent words asked, “What’s the big deal“ about England’s most recent royal birth.

 

He’s a king!  The king has been born!

 

[As originally penned in early 2009…]

 

People historically clamor for a king.

 

The Romans clamored for the great Cincinnatus.  The Sicilians clamored for “the General,” Giuseppe Garibaldi.  And lest you are on the edge of your seats, ready to pounce, thinking I may again address the perceived, first term Obama, Greek-columned, kingly adoration, we should acknowledge that many have been equally guilty with the elections of previous presidents…  “Now that a conservative Christian is in the White House… now we can finally save America!”

 

Yes, the king will save us!

 

In approximately 1050 B.C., the ground swelling rose to its maximum voice.  The people had spiritual leaders, men and women to guide them, helping them see the world rightly and give God credit for his creation, but they didn’t have a “king.”  “Give us a king to rule us!” the people fervently chanted.  “If only we had a king, those hopes would ring true.”

 

The citizens were told that a king could not save them; a king would be ineffective…  incapable.  A king could not do what only God can do.  We should never put more faith in one man than in the one who created man.  But yet, the people continually ignored wisdom.  They continued to mandate, “We want a king so we can be like everyone else!”  Adhering to the wants of the people as opposed to the wisdom of one greater, the leading prophet of the land surrendered to their wishes.  Yet he eerily added, “The day will come when you will cry in desperation because of this king you so much want for yourselves.  But don’t expect God to answer.”  Because their trust was displaced, their prayers were also discarded.

 

No one man (or woman or even a Hillary) can save America.  No conservative Christian.  No liberal, independent, franchise quarterback, or even global warming aficionado.  No man can do what only God can do.  So why, as a people, do we continue to look for love in all the wrong places?  What makes us clamor for a king?

 

God bless you, William and Kate.  You’re the closest thing to royalty with whom most of us will ever identify.  We loved Diana.  She was authentic.  She could relate to us, but her death came so suddenly, so tragically.

 

So c’mon, William and Kate… raise that child well.  Here, then, is to Prince George — third in line for the royal throne.

 

We need a king, you know.

 

… or at least, for some reason, we think we do…

 

 

AR