Jesus is the King
Jesus as King has always fascinated me.
I don't think I would have been able to make the journey from Heaven to earth under any circumstance. But Jesus did. I cannot comprehend how anyone could leave perfection to be born into an imperfect world. He was born in a stinky stable- dirty animals, probably dirty water, no one to celebrate his birth other than lowly shepherds. He came into this world quietly. But the people didn't recognize him. They thought the Son of God would come in and rescue him. He would ride in on a white horse, with trumpets playing... yet when he came- no one recognized him. Even at his death, and resurrection, people didn't recognize him nor the sacrifice he made for them.
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