At this time of Advent, it feels like Time is collapsing to a single point. The furthest reaches of reality are folding into the its centre. A specific moment in time and space. When a King was born in a stable.
Matthew 2 v 1-2
Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem,
Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him.
This year I wonder how anyone can be born a king? No one can be born a king. It’s an impossibility.
A baby in the womb cannot be crowned king. He cannot make the necessary promises to the nation. He cannot perform the required rituals.
Therefore Christ must have been a king long-before His conception and incarnation.
He was and is the King of Kings. He is the Creator of All Nations. And His coronation, to specifically rule the Church, was at the Cross. Where He was crowned with a Crown made of Thorns.
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Nice.