Jesus Is King

Infants refer to their fathers by dada, but as they grow, it changes to daddy then again to dad. Regarding God as my Daddy was a necessary start to my spiritual infancy. But as I grew spiritually, my relationship with God also needed to grow. This was something I could feel in my soul, but wasn’t sure how to overcome until my mother-in-law mentioned that in her faith walk she at one point shifted from seeing God as not only her heavenly father, but Jesus as Lord. It was then that I realized what I was doing. I am unable to commune with God the Father without Jesus, as it states in John 14:6. “Jesus said to him, ‘I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.’” In my Chistian walk then, it was as if I was giving Jesus no more than a passing glance as I ran to His Father.

I repented of that on my knees. I knelt on the middle of the floor and conjured up in my mind the image that John gives us in the first chapter of the book of Revelation:

“And in the midst of the lampstands one like a son of man, clothed with a long robe and with a golden sash around his chest. The hairs of his head were white, like white wool, like snow. His eyes were like a flame of fire, his feet were like burnished bronze, refined in a furnace, and his voice was like the roar of many waters. In his right hand he held seven stars, from his mouth came a sharp two-edged sword, and his face was like the sun shining in full strength.”

Do not just glance over that description. It is The King in all His majesty. I realized that my knees weren’t low enough, and so I put my head to the carpet. This is Jesus, the perfect Lamb of God who will be returning in His full power and strength to conquer the earth and make every knee bow. He invited me here to kneel before Him, and for that simple fact, I was grateful. But like John in the vision of Revelation, I felt Jesus place his hand on my shoulder. Our eyes met and suddenly those eyes that were a raging inferno ready to burn away the impurities of my being, were then aflame with the passion of His love for me. 

From Jesus to me, that fire spread alighting the call in my life. I am His priestess. His warrior. His friend and sister. I was wrapped by the warmth of this truth from Romans 8:37, “…In all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.” It is in Him I live and move and have my being, and in Him I have my purpose.  Obedience is required to fulfill all that Jesus has in store for me, but there is also grace and warmth. When I saw God simply as dad, my faith was little more than a way to soothe my emotions and better my own life. By acknowledging Jesus is King, my faith shifted to focus on others and fulling His purpose more than my own. I proclaim as John the Baptist did, “He must increase, but I must decrease.” (John 3:30). I am God’s chosen, dearly loved masterpiece, but there is work for me to accomplish.(Ephesians 2:10) Every morning, I kneel before my King, submit to Him (James 4:7), and ask Him to guide me into His work for the day.