Christ the King

This week, the Christian Church celebrates "Christ the King" or "Reign of Christ" Sunday.  It's a hinge week between the liturgical seasons of Ordinary Time and Advent, when we pause to reflect on the meaning of Christ's kingship before we delve into the mysteries of light and darkness, hope and lament, prophecy and Incarnation. Our king is a crucified God, a broken man on a cross who gave up all power and glory to live among us and die an inglorious, undeserved death. A king who brought the reign of the kingdom of God to earth. Forever.

We remember that over every hope, larger than every fear, underneath each true desire is Jesus, the true king of our heart, the true king of the world. May we joyfully surrender to God's rule over us. 
 
A POEM FOR THE FEAST OF CHRIST THE KING
See how this infant boy
lifted himself down
into his humble crèche
and laid his tender glove of skin
against splintered wood—
found refuge in a rack
of straw—home
that chilly dawn,
in sweetest silage,
those shriven stalks.
This outcast king lifted
himself high upon his savage cross,
extended the regal banner
of his bones, draping himself
upon his throne—his battered feet,
his wounded hands not fastened
there by nails but sewn
by the strictest thorn of love.
Pamela Cranston © 2019. Searching for Nova Albion
 
Grace and peace,

Anita Sorenson
Pastor for Spiritual Formation