Our king is here.
“12 The next day the great crowd that had come for the festival heard that Jesus was on his way to Jerusalem. 13 They took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting,
“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”[e]
“Blessed is the king of Israel!”
14 Jesus found a young donkey and sat on it, as it is written:
15 “Do not be afraid, Daughter Zion;
see, your king is coming,
seated on a donkey’s colt.”[f]
16 At first his disciples did not understand all this. Only after Jesus was glorified did they realize that these things had been written about him and that these things had been done to him.
17 Now the crowd that was with him when he called Lazarus from the tomb and raised him from the dead continued to spread the word. 18 Many people, because they had heard that he had performed this sign, went out to meet him. 19 So the Pharisees said to one another, “See, this is getting us nowhere. Look how the whole world has gone after him!”’
Kings usually care about controlling real estate. They want to control parts of this planet. Our king cares about a much smaller but more significant area. My heart. Our hearts. Jesus wants to rule from where we love. From where we decide. He wants to rule in our hearts.
Personally I struggle with allowing him to sit on the throne in my heart. One minute I say “welcome King Jesus!” As I show him to the throne. The next minute I’m tipping the throne forward and dumping him onto the floor.
Why? Why does he put up with me?
Thank you Jesus for being patient with my willful and wayward heart. I long for the day when the struggle will be over and you will be my permanent King. Forever enthroned in my heart.