This morning I had the immeasurable joy of sharing Sunday Eucharist with my Dad. His parish in Charleston, SC, is "Christ Our King," so what a wonder to be with him for their patronal feast!
A king...hmmm. Doesn't feel right, does it? The One who washed feet and opened his arms on the cross was clearly servant. King? Pilate asked him the same question long ago. And, as usual, JESUS managed to answer the question by NOT answering the question. "You say that I am." This title is in keeping with the paradoxical nature of our faith. For us, strength is found in weakness. Our GOD has wept and bled and died. And, death, itself, holds no fear for us who have already died with him in Baptism. Confusing? Yes. But that's OK. To the world the cross still seems humiliating - a sign of failure. But, today, and everyday, it is , for us, a symbol of victory. This "king" has won our freedom from fear. This "king" has been "victim" and now reigns in his glory, at the Father's right hand. This "king" demands no tax from weary peasants. This "king" has prepared a banquet to which we are all invited. Our home is not here. We are citizens of heaven, and in heaven, we will finally be with him who won our hearts with self-giving love. That's a king I can get behind. That's a kingdom I long to see.
Blessings and love to you all...
- Sister Vicki