For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
As Americans, the idea of a king is far away. We may see and follow stories of the Royal Wedding in England–but even that is distant.
And with that distance we lose a lot of the importance in saying Jesus is King.
Quick run down of some Old Testament history: The Jewish people flourish in Egypt and then become slaves, they are freed by Moses. Moses’s brother, Aaron, becomes the first Priest and his family becomes priests. The people need more help than Moses and the priests can give. That’s when we get Judges (shoutout to Deborah!) and when the judges weren’t enough they cried out for a king. They had some crummy kings.
Then King David came.
He was a mess, but he loved the Lord and everyone loved him.
A king was something desired. A king was someone who led and protected his people.
But kings are human and they disappoint. They hurt (even the beloved David hurt a lot of people).
So when Jesus came, the perfect King, it was a big deal.
He is selfless, He is caring, He is fearless, He will suffer on our behalf. He is everything you could dream of in a leader and a friend and He is our King.
Let the awe that the ruler of our lives is that amazing. That we have a King who truly, whole-heartedly, and selflessly loves us.