Lately I’ve been wondering,
What do we do?
As we sit and watch little self-appointed kings perch upon their thrones of power.
Adorned in molten crowns, traces of the golden calves thrown at their feet still visible to those who have eyes to see.
Calves erected by the very ones who taught us to be on guard against false prophets and heed warnings of old.
Those who have ears… let him hear.
Hear the little kings spout hate with the promise of destruction.
Death and decay celebrated in the name of empire.
Juxtaposing our call to celebrate Renewal and Resurrection – The Living Promise – made possible by self-sacrificial love.
So.much.opposition.
To The Humble King’s way.
So what do we do?
When there are lunches to pack and permission slips to sign.
Dogs to walk and dinners to make.
How do we rage?
We, who do not subscribe to this idea that power is king.
We, who are not used to the feeling of wanting to rage?
We are told to abide in Him…
So, we’ll try.
To abide in Him who is reflected in the faces of all.
We decorate tambourines before the Red Sea parts,
Believing in the promise of an already and not yet Kingdom of rejoicing.
We laugh hard with neighbors around the table,
The Imageo Dei in us, communing with the Imageo Dei in them.
We fill up the home and paint each other’s nails,
Recalling how He washed their feet all those years ago.
We snuggle our babies and love them lavishly,
Doing our best to model how to invite in, and love freely.
We marvel, with wonder and awe, at the moon put in the vast vast sky.
Collectively feeling the childlike hope and joy of being a part of something good, something big, something cosmic.
We turn our eyes and ears to what is pure, what is lovely, what is true.
And do our best to point others that way as well.
The way of the One who is continuously creating new life,
To point His beloveds back to Him.
Because of love.
For Love.
It’s what we can strive to do in the face of empire worship –
Fix our eyes on Jesus.
And love His people so well,
They might see Him in us too.
