We All Want a King

He’d been our pastor for eight years. He’d called us heroes for taking in children from orphanages. He’d counseled us, encouraged us, and prayed with us on several occasions. I truly felt our family was still intact because of his kind and wise support. But then he retired after pastoring most of his adult life—thirty of those years at our church. As a pastor’s kid and grandkid, I was used to this routine of pastors following the Lord calling elsewhere. But this time I cried. I felt the loss and wondered, “What are we going to do now?”

Most of the church felt the same way. How do you even begin looking for another pastor after thirty years? I can tell you this, it was a painful process—like having to use muscles that hadn’t been used in a very long time. As expected many people left the church, the interim was highly criticized, and the next pastor didn’t last long. But eventually the church settled into a new identity and began growing again.

Incidentally, we were some who eventually left, but more because of parenting issues rather than pastoring issues. One of the thoughts that occurred to me during the church’s transition was how much we all want a king—even when we claim Christ is our King.

And here we are again as a country, crying out for a new king.

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We want someone to fix everything. We expect someone to make us prosperous. We hope for a leader who will take us to some utopia. We chant for our enemies to be destroyed and cheer for a president to unify us. Never mind that we can’t agree even among family members, church members, friends or neighbors on what needs fixing, who deserves to prosper, what utopia should look like, or who our real enemies are.

And that’s why—that’s why—there’s only one King!

Only One who will protect us. “You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance” (Psalm 32:7, NIV).

Only One who will provide for us. “He provides food for those who fear him; he remembers his covenant forever” (Psalm 111:5, NIV).

Only One who triumphs over the enemy. “You have delivered me from all my troubles, and my eyes have looked in triumph on my foes” (Psalm 54:7, NIV).

Only One who heals us. “He sent out his word and healed them;” (Psalm 107:20, NIV).

Only One who brings unity. “…the mystery of his will according to his good pleasure, which he purposed in Christ, … to bring unity to all things in heaven and on earth under Christ” (Ephesians 1:9-10, NIV).

Only One who leads us into His Kingdom of kingdoms. “’The kingdom of the world has become the kingdom of our Lord and of his Messiah, and he will reign for ever and ever’” (Revelation 11:15, NIV).

This King cannot only lead a nation, He rules the heaven and earth. He isn’t just the Head of the Church, He’s also the Shepherd of our souls. And He doesn’t just bless the fatherless, He also gently cares for the mothers (Isaiah 40:11).

But He can’t do any of this until we bow to His lordship. He’s not pushy, bossy, or showy. He’s gentle, humble, and quiet. When other hopefuls bluster for our attention, or shake foundations for our loyalty, or ignite fear in search of our subjugation, He waits and stills (1 Kings 19) and gently leads us to quiet waters and green pastures (Psalm 23:2-3).

It matters not what we need, hope for, and groan for, He alone satisfies. “You open your hand and satisfy the desires of every living thing” (Psalm 145:16, NIV).

So whatever results show up in your newsfeeds tomorrow—whether you like what you see or not—remember those results represent human beings, not God. God is in control of your city, state, and country, not elected officials. Jesus is the Head of the Church, not your pastor. And God has charge of your family, not you.

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2 thoughts on “We All Want a King

  1. Hi,

    I enjoy reading your blogs but especially thought this one was exceptional and of course – timely!

    We’re praying for you & Bob today as I know it will be a long day.

    Love,

    Mother

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  2. Thank you, Mother. We survived. It actually kept us so busy we had no time to worry about who would win. And it was so fun to just greet people without having any idea as to their political leanings. My favorite was registering new immigrants from an area of India near Nepal. The oldest of the group was the grandpa and grandma, dressed in their traditional dress. They couldn’t speak English but I know they were so privileged to be able to vote. It was a great day for us.

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