I worship a King.

A King enthroned in Heaven at the right hand of His Father.

A King whose authority extends to every place that exists or ever could exist.

A King whose reign extends to the farthest reaches of this Earth and throughout the entirety of this whole creation.

Is Jesus the King, the Son of God, not able to do with this Earth as He pleases?

A King whose fiery gaze observes every molecule, atom, quark, and any other material or immaterial substance that exists in His creation.

I worship a King of whom the rocks would cry out in rejoicing if they could.

Does not all creation groan as it longs for the revealing of the sons of God?

Did He not call His creation “good” when His Word fashioned all things for Himself?

Why does creation groan in anticipation if it is only to be destroyed and replaced without fulfilling what it was created for?

I worship a King who supersedes, replaces, fulfills the first steward of this Earth, Adam.

Would the Last Adam not be glorified to satisfy every promise the teeming multitudes of generations of dust fail to fulfill?

Is the Lord Jesus a Man who could lie?

A King whose reign embodies, and will embody, what the Godhead intended man do upon this Earth which we kneel and crouch upon.

I worship a King that overcomes every obstacle and everything that sets itself above His reign.

Could anything in all of creation successfully set itself above the Christ?

I worship a King with a plan crafted from eternity that not only accounts for every obstacle but a plan that permits every obstacle that He may overcome for His glory.

A King that is not afraid of ruling according to His own plans and timetables.

Does He and did He not make everything known, through His slaves, the Prophets, all things He is going to do?

I worship a King who does not surrender His ownership and grasp on this world.

A King who does not surrender, has never tasted defeat, and will never need to compromise an iota of His desires to reign over all things.

Can man, or nature, or angels, or demons change the trajectory of Yahweh’s purposes?

I worship a King that did not lose creation to angelic or Imago Dei rebels.

I worship a King who hates sin, lies, and lawlessness and will not permit such things to hold dominion over this Earth for a single yoctosecond longer than His plans ordain.

I worship a King who wields a sword against His enemies.

Is His sword of vengeance reserved only for the denizens of Hell?

I worship a King who never needs a “do-over.”

A King who is not powerless to reclaim what His vice-regent, Adam, corrupted through sin and the Fall.

I worship a King who submitted Himself to the weakness of this earthly life and whose earthly body was raised from the dead, transformed and glorified, yet still participating in matters of this earthly life.

Did the Lord’s resurrection prevent Him from enjoying earthly food and drink or embracing the still earthly, unperfected disciples?

Does Isaiah not prophesy a future lavish banquet with aged wine, refined wine, and choice meat with marrow prepared by Yahweh?

I worship a King who fulfills all prophecies about Himself, by His own power, authority, and wisdom.

A King whose infinite intellect and hand can grasp and manage and satisfy every condition, every necessity, every jot and tittle of His own Word.

Will Yahweh of Hosts promise to do that which He never fulfills for His people?

I worship a King who calls all of creation to come to Him for restoration.

I worship a King who has the power to turn water into wine, hearts of stone into flesh, one fish and a loaf into thousands, and who holds all of creation together by His own power.

A King whose administration will increase and spread to every place that man or beast might dwell — and further still.

A King whose glory will fill this Earth that we kneel and crouch upon today.

Would you not love to feel the holy weight of Messiah’s glory upon this Earth?

A King who will one day return to this very Earth that we kneel and crouch upon.

Is He not able to subdue this creation, this very creation that we currently kneel and crouch upon?

I worship a King who will set His feet upon this planet, not in condescension as at the first, but in glory and with power and judgment in His eyes.

Is He not able to transform this Earth into His Kingdom for His glory?

A King who righteously says of all things in His creation, and of this world, “Mine.”

Is He not worthy to possess and reclaim every square inch of this sphere?

I worship a King who will put down every rebellion, who will obliterate every rebel without effort —as effortless as it was for Him to transform water into wine, as effortless as it was for Him to generate food for multitudes, as effortless as it was for Him to heal a man born blind.

Why does the King promise earthly punishment to the nations who do not yearly worship the King at Israel’s Feast of Booths?

A King whose Kingdom citizens dwell with Him and will dwell with Him upon this Earth.

Does the Son of God who put on flesh not abide with us in His resurrected flesh for eternity?

A King whose Father is God and whose Spirit indwells the hearts of every Kingdom subject.

Would the King who reigns in the hearts of His people deny Himself to reign over the Earth, gravel, grass, concrete, and steel under the feet of His people?

Would it be harder for this King, Jesus, to regenerate this sin-cursed world than your sin-cursed heart?

That’s my King.

My King will not surrender what rightfully belongs to Him, including this created world of dust, ash, trees, sky, and air.

My King will not be content to allow oceans or cities or creatures to rule over the whole realm of this Earth when this Earth is His footstool.

Is a mere thousand years of flourishing impossible when we affirm at least a thousand years of slow decay before the Flood?

Will the glory of the reign of Solomon on this Earth exceed the (lack of) earthly reign of the True Son of David, Jesus?

That is the future of this very Earth that we dwell upon today to be subjected to Him who made all things.

That is the future of the One born in Bethlehem, He who condescended to us on this very Earth upon which we kneel and crouch.

That’s my King.

I wonder if you know Him?

“Then I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse, and He who sits on it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and wages war.

His eyes are a flame of fire, and on His head are many diadems; having a name written on Him which no one knows except Himself, and being clothed with a garment dipped in blood, His name is also called The Word of God.

And the armies which are in heaven, clothed in fine linen, white and clean, were following Him on white horses.

And from His mouth comes a sharp sword, so that with it He may STRIKE DOWN THE NATIONS, and He will RULE THEM WITH A ROD OF IRON; and HE TREADS THE WINE PRESS OF THE WRATH OF THE RAGE OF GOD, the Almighty.

And He has on His garment and on His thigh a name written, ‘KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS’.”
— Revelation 19:11–16

“Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.”
— Matthew 3:2