Christ the King
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It's Christ the King Sunday today.
I didn't know that until the pastor
announced it at Hively Avenue Mennonite this morning. The sermon was
about king, kingdom and the
role of subjects of
the kingdom of which Jesus speaks when Pilate asks him if he is, or
isn't, a king.(John
18: 33-37)
I'm
not enthusiastic about kings and queens generally; to me the terms
and the political structures they represent are anachronistic at
best, archaic at least, and probably representative of multiple evils
of power, pomp and class systems . . . always. But in order to
emphasize that Jesus is the maker, the finisher of the Christian
faith, and God's “governor general” on earth, there had to be a
time when the right word was king.
Then
there's the even more used “Lord,” and the question of whether
written in capitals (LORD)
as opposed to Lord is
significant. I read somewhere that LORD
should be used only for God and Lord
was permissible when referring to Christ.
I
suppose the growing Community of Christians could be referred to as a
commonwealth and it's
leader as its Prime Minister
and the intent would be the same . . . but the connotations simply
don't make it; I've known too many Presidents and Prime Ministers to
allow me to accept that image.
Words,
words, words. They always fall short—or beside—what we really
want to say. Furthermore, we fall into the trap of making the word
the final arbiter of meaning when it's the thought
it's struggling to represent that matters. In other words, what are
Jesus, the gospel, my heritage of belief to me? Do king,
kingdom, subject suffice to
describe what my faith is about? Yours?
For
me, teacher and
student come closer to
describing how I understand my relationship to the gospel and to the
Christ at its core. There's an interchange, an allowance for
questioning, a possibility for adding to what the teacher has taught
from the ongoing witness of life in whatever age the class is
convened. And a good teacher (I've assumed from the gospels that
Jesus was highly skilled) doesn't dismiss either the questions or the
insights of his students; a working classroom is a generous
classroom, forgiving, encouraging, supportive, collegial. My best
teachers were not masters,
they were friends.
I
have some positive feelings toward parent and
child as
representative of the human relationship to the Creator, but because
children grow up and may justifiably be said to surpass the parent in
every way, this paradigm also has its weaknesses.
Some
scriptures (can't remember which today) characterize this
relationship as master and
slave; there may well
be folks who find these terms best suit their understanding. Not me.
Not now.
I'm
sure that Christians who live in dire circumstances, as the early
Church did, would very easily come to long for a revolutionary,
protective, powerful king-like
leader. A king who could match, even overthrow, the Pilates and the
Herods who oppress them. I must say that when I see the refugees
streaming out of Syria and Africa, I am almost tempted to wish for
such a king. Forget the “my kingdom is not of this world” bit;
it's this world in which those poor people are suffering.
Christ
the King Sunday ends the Christian calendar year; we're launched next
Sunday into Advent, then Christmas.
So
what does Christmas mean to you? I mean, really? Bet you can't find
the right words. And don't refer to the McDonald's paper mug, please.
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