BUT HE WAS KING(c) 2026

In the eons and eons of time and space prior to the creation of humanity there was that unimaginable quietness and mystery of the Godhead, but He was king…even then.

Then came the jaw-dropping creation. An earth, a universe(s), a world without end. Men and women and children and a kaleidoscope of creatures Almighty gave the breath of life. But He was king, again, even then.

The masterful and miraculous Maker did His thing. The council of Provident decided together especially to breathe this life experience into us earthlings. From a garden to the reality of life as never before human creatures became the managers and governors of land and animals and plant life and water and people and places across the earth —-but He, He was King.

Battles soared, too. Over the mountain summits and darkened valleys; the world became acquainted with the reality of wicked, diabolical wars, floods, earthquakes and storms. The ancients built their marvelous castles and tribal villages as more and more of the existences were developed. 

An insane amount of bloodshed stain the shadows of history during this ancient time as well. But even still, He was there before the creation and after the creation, observing mankind building buildings and waging their devilish wars.

Why reiterate He was King? Because most people of those eras Before Christ (BC) were completely blind to the ingenuity and sovereignty of Almighty’s gift of a supernatural King. Guess what? People to this day are still baffled due to this copious blindness.

Just think this King observed those decades and centuries that enveloped the biblical historical waves of kings and prophets and scribes and kingdoms. He saw it all. And that Ruler above all rulers, The Light of the world, was there ever so present. On one occasion alive in a burning furnace. And King? Yes. You betcha. 

The quaint landscape of the motif He delicately designed was there as well; set in order cascading down those powerful, mystical prophecies of His coming. He, the King Himself, refers to these portending times in His own ministry among the hungry throngs that sought Him. 

What wonder actually! Where is He? When will He appear? The unrelenting naysayers never gave up…didn’t matter. For He was King.

Finally after everything seemed to be tabled in an Old Testament legacy of law and order, a baby arrived in Bethlehem. Upon these pastoral hills and plains wise men and a myriad of King-seekers shared this ecstasy— that a new day was coming; finally for all peoples throughout the world to see.

But from the darkest of darkness the King’s opponents welcomed this Jewish Carpenters horrific death. Their cruelness commandeered a hateful end for a Man who brought hope and love to all. He, a King?

Though these baleful souls dreaded His arrival and even sought to obliterate Him from the earth—the King arrived…just as the prophets prophesied. ….and, and He was King.

Amazing how kings and rulers planned His fall, prayed for His demise and derided His loyal followers. They scoffed laughingly at His miracles and questioned His legitimacy from the onset—-but He was King.

As He graced the stage of humanity, reaching out to the hurting, the sick and suffering and sorrowful, He brought hope to the hopeless, smiles to the sorrowful and love to those forgotten and alone. And on top of this, though a man, He masqueraded His glory on one hand yet walked on top of water.

His reception of children, however, said it all. Here’s a King putting little raggedy unknown kids upon His lap and teaching His followers about the truths of His great Kingdom. What an unforgettable King!

Across those Judean hills a once local carpenter boy suddenly found Himself surrounded by multitudes of hungry hearts seeking His healing hands and merciful messages. Even the blind had hope of His miraculous healing. The lepers finally saw a glimpse of the possibility of wellness. 

However, in the background were the sneaky crowds of malicious religious zealots and angry enemies multiplied with vengeful feelings and hatred attitudes for this Nazarene. These opposing people became like a black curtain over the Judean Hills—‘they wanted His head’ at all costs. Yet this austere preacher and teacher was and forever will be King.

As His ministry expanded and His fame burgeoned throughout the known world—so His vehement opposition swelled. Startling actually how two opposing sides saw only good or bad. It was like a curse was placed upon this loving King and unfortunately a calamitous grief to follow. What a recherche dichotomy of humanity!

He had no gold-trim chariot; or wore a crown of rare gems. He had no palatial palace or vast acres of property. He didn’t even have a place to lay His head.

This austere Man, however, was a living portrait of passion, pathos and untold sorrows.

In just three years of ministry He gave His moving messages and powerful parables to His world. By so doing He brought hope for a better world to come for all eternity. Hated, yes! Loved, yes! But He was King.

When all is said and done this King was a total misfit in His day. Completely disregarded by those hard-nose traditionalists, labeled a drunk, a product of the Devil and a ‘crazy.’

In His unrelenting work they accused Him of ignoring the most sacred commandments and observances of Moses and their rigid religious laws—-but, He was King.

The Christ was like a severe, painful root-canal going on in Israel during His entire ministry. The clergy-like religious leaders were His hardcore and one-sided enemies. They viewed Him as a violent revolutionary. But, yes indeed, He was King.

His teachings were downright sickening to the Jewish regulators. His miraculous healings were a mere fake in the minds of the religious aristocracy. Along with twisting every good thing this King did, they never acknowledged Him raising a dead man to life or feeding five thousand from a kid’s lunch bucket with five loaves and two fish. But He was king.

His own family at times felt like He was a loose cannon. His close disciples even questioned Him after they saw firsthand His mighty miracles and never-before-seen extraordinary works.

According to Mark’s Gospel, “they all all deserted the Lord in the end,” as his imminent death approached. And yet, no! Must say it this way. But He was King.

The ancient world where God chose to reveal His Son (God) as a human being was unquestionably the biggest, most elephantine shock that people would ever experience in any generation. Even today by millions of anti-Jesus ideologists this King is ignored, rejected, denied and considered nothing more than a buffoon in history. All this rejection right? But He was and remains King. M-m-m-m-m-m-m!

Call the story a fable, just another analog of faithless rubbish, but He was King.

His salient figure in any crowd overshadowed and overwhelmed the multitudes. Yet He held no public office, had no prominent family background or rich, powerful supporters. But He was King.

In the final chapter that His magnificent ministry closed, His life was indeed a gift from heaven. And though His astounding ministry, teachings, miracles, and amazing presence were evident by thousands of witnesses; He was still slaughtered like a lamb before His adversaries. 

He was a King treated as nothing-shrouded with intimidations, insults and humans spitting upon the Son of the living God. But…He was indeed a King—the King of all Kings.

The dramatic irony of this Jesus preacher, teacher, healer, minister, and mesmerizing character was clearly stated throughout His Bible—He was obviously factual, not simply boastful.

He, both the Father and Christ in one, saw face to face His creative people and their human behavior. His man-God appearance on this planet to this day is wrought with disbelief, frowns, and open rejection. But He was __________.

He avowed, “I am the way, the truth and the life”….”I am the Bread of life”…”I am the Light of the world”…”I am the Door”…”I am the good Shepherd”…”I am the Resurrection and the Life”…”I am the Vine”…”I am the First and the Last”…”I, the LORD, am your Savior and your Redeemer, the Mighty One of Jacob.”

He simply told the world who He was. Unacceptable? Yes, by throngs of people. Rejected? Yes, by throngs of thinkers. Touched? Yes, by multitudes of believers. Killed? Yes, but He was King.

Now His lingering powerful, majestic name hangs like a banner draped over the earth itself. Wherever one travels this earth, whatever city or country village, or hidden landscapes out there in rural, even jungle lands, He, His cross, His chapels or gigantic memorial structures are there with the spiraling steeples signifying and honoring His Kingship and sui generis existence.

The crosses throughout the world tell His story—the symbol of the King’s sacrifice. Whether you travel to a metropolitan city, or go to a distant island He is remembered there. In homes and upon the neck of individuals the cross sticks out. He, the risen King is alive and well.

Cry as loud as you will against this Jewish Carpenter. Criticize Him, loathe Him, curse Him, try to silence Him or deny Him; this is your rightful choice. But He was King.

A living being. A shining Light. A marvel beyond all marvels. No person has ever affected history and beyond when it comes to this illimitable and beautiful soul. Rid Him anyway if you like. It won’t work.

He is the effervescence of life and the brightness of heaven itself. You simply can’t scrub away His stunning, extraordinary imprint of love and compassion upon this earth. Run from Him if you will. Turn your back upon Him. But He is still King….always will be—-FOREVER!

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