For Thanksgiving (this week) and Christ the King Sunday (which was yesterday) I am updating and re-publishing this post, first published two years ago. So much has changed since two years ago. I have added more comments/questions/affirmations after this poem:
Worthy to Receive Glory
Made to honor, we give fealty,
We seek true north like a needle.
But to look for your king
in a pulpit, disappoints;
in a government, fails;
in the mirror, distorts.
Look instead with the eyes of your heart
to the Wounded who heals;
to the Throne that is true;
to the Lamb who was slain,
Christ the King.
© 2018, 2020
In Revelation Chapter 5, Christ the King is depicted as a Lamb who has been slaughtered. Yet all the magnificence of Heaven bows down and worships this Lamb.
In Isaiah 53 we are told “he had no form or majesty that we should look at him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.”
Then why do we continually seek the pretty, the popular, the powerful, the persuasive, and the polished to emulate, venerate, and follow?
More questions: Have we ever given thanks to God for entering into our humanity and suffering with us and for us? Have we given thanks for the privilege of suffering with him and for him? Are we giving our hearts, our allegiance, our lives to the slaughtered Lamb who lives? the wounded one who heals? Are we willing to bring our wounds to the Lamb for healing? to transform us into wounded healers?
This Thanksgiving, even in the midst of pandemic fears, political uncertainties, and limited gatherings, I want to “virtually” join all those who “fell down and worshiped” the lamb. as they held aloft bowls filled with “the prayers of the saints” and as they sang a “new song”:
“You are worthy … for you were slaughtered and by your blood you ransomed, for God, saints from every tribe and language and people and nation;…
“Worthy is the Lamb that was slaughtered …
“To the one seated on the throne and to the Lamb be blessing and honor and glory and might forever and ever!”
He is our king and he is with us, even in our present sufferings!
Photo taken in Rocky Mountain National Park