…that at the name of Jesus every knee shall bow, in Heaven, on Earth, and under the earth… (Philippians 2:10)
We’re not real big on kings here in the good ol’ U.S. of A.
Bowing the knee to anyone sort of sticks in our collective craw. After all, we fought a revolution to chuck the King of England over the side of the boat, and we haven’t missed him much. We’re an independent, self-sufficient, stand-on-your-own-two-feet kind of people.
But we’re gonna bow—all of us.
Californians will bow.
New Yorkers will bow.
Republicans will bow.
Democrats will bow.
Angels will bow.
Demons will bow.
Your neighbor will bow.
The idiot driver who cut you off will bow.
You, my friend, will bow.
The question of the day is this: How does that make you feel? Do you
(A) shift uncomfortably at the thought of giving up the last wisps of the illusion of independence,
(B) tremble with joy at the thought of finally kneeling before the king of the universe, or
(C) offer a halfhearted “cool” and go about your business?
Far be it from me to intrude, but may I suggest that if your answer is anything other than (B) you spend some time in conversation with the One to whom you will one day bow? It might make the whole experience more pleasant.
Just a thought for your Wednesday.
Happy Day, Beloved.