"Christ is King."
What a tiny.
Tired.
Human thing to say.
To take the Architect of Stars.
And give him a job title.
In a hierarchy of dust.
A King is a man who needs a border.
A man who needs a throne.
A man who needs an enemy.
But the Infinite has no "Other."
By calling Him "King."
You are trying to bring the Infinite.
Down to the level of the Rally.
Down to the level of the Vote.
Down to the level of the Fist.
You don't want a Savior.
You want a Sovereign.
To do the thinking.
You are too afraid to do.
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To the stewards of the Word.
Who have turned the sanctuary into a precinct.
Consider the cost of the Crown.
In 1 Samuel 8.
The call for a King was not a revival.
It was a retreat.
The people wanted a Ruler.
Because the Infinite was too heavy.
Too vast.
Too free.
They traded the Voice in the Wind.
For a Man on a Ladder.
When you preach "Christ is King" as a slogan for Power.
You are not exalting the Divine.
You are downsizing the Absolute.
You are turning the "I AM."
Into an "I AM WITH HIM."
The Golden Calf was the first Campaign Poster.
A tangible god.
For a fearful crowd.
Do not confuse the Maker of Light.
With the Man who holds the Torch.
The Throne of God is not a piece of furniture.
It is the absence of a Ceiling.
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