Palm Sunday—it’s the spectacular day we celebrate the King of Kings’ triumphant entry into Jerusalem! And in this world of so much suffering and pain, oh how we need a day like today! Oh how we need to hear that Jesus Christ, our ruler and our king is coming through the gates to finally set things right, to take complete control of things. Oh how we need a day to reassure ourselves that no matter how bad life gets, no matter how distressed, fragmented and chaotic life becomes, and how hopeless it seems, Christ is large and in charge! “He’s got the whole world in his hands,” as we all like to sing.
Ok. Now, as we Disciples of Christ like to do, let’s get real for a moment. Let’s honestly think through this. Is the truth that “He’s got the whole world in his hands really that comforting?”
Although none of us good God-fearing, Bible-believing, church-going folks like to admit it, is this truth of God’s supreme providential power more than a little disturbing?
Think about those times you were reminded by someone, albeit with good intentions, that “God is in control.” When Lori and I lost our first child two months before the due date, people came up to us and said, “Don’t let this get you down. Just remember that God doesn’t make any mistakes.”
After the doctor gave you the news that the tumor was malignant, people came up to you and said, “Don’t worry, God knows what God is doing.”
When people learned that you were going to lose your job, they reminded you, “It is going to be alright, for God in control.”
At the graveside of a loved one, your friends and family lined up between you and the casket and whispered: “God has a reason for this.”
And very politely, we nodded. We even thanked them for their words with a hug or a handshake. But then, a short time later, after we dried our tears and came a little bit more to our senses, while we were sitting quietly at home or while we were out on a long drive, or maybe sitting in church, we began to reflect and to ponder those well-intended words. We began to think to ourselves: “If God is really sitting on some providential throne in complete control of this fragmented fiasco called life, this disastrous debacle called the world, then, really, just what type of ruler is this God? Just what type of king sits back and allows so much evil to occur in their kingdom, especially to people we are told the king loves.
The king of kings makes his triumphant entry—what is supposed to bring us great strength, peace and comfort, instead brings us frustration, anger and doubt.
Hosanna, the King is coming to save us—what is supposed to bring us assurance and hope brings us misery and despair. And we become tempted to join all those who will laugh and ridicule Jesus by the end of this week: “Umphh! King of the Jews! Some King!”
I have said it before, and I do not mind saying it again—If God is the one who willed our first baby’s death, causes tumors to be malignant, gets us fired from our jobs, takes our loved ones from us, and sits back allowing such atrocities as the snuffing out of lives of little Syrian children being with nerve gas, then I really do not believe I want anything to do with a god like that! I think I would rather join the millions of people who have chosen not to be in church on this Sunday before Easter.
But the good news is that I am here.
And I am here to proclaim with a confident voice God that God is not the type of King who decrees the death of babies, pronounces malignancies, commands layoffs and orders our loved ones to be suddenly taken from us. There is no doubt about it, Christ is King. But thank God, Christ does not reign the way the kings of this world reign.
The reason I believe we allow ourselves to be tempted to give up on God in the face of evil is because we often forget that our God reigns not from some heavenly throne in some blissful castle in the sky. But our God reigns from an old rugged cross, on a hill outside of Jerusalem, between sinners like you and me.
I believe we oftentimes become despairing and cynical about God, because we forget that our God does not rule like the rulers of this world.
The kings of this world rule with violence and coercion and force. Earthly rulers rule with an iron fist: militarily and legislatively, and with executive orders. Worldly kings rule with raw power: controlling, dominating, taking, and imposing.
But, as the events that took place this week in Jerusalem 2,000 years ago remind us, Christ is a king who rules through self-giving, self-expending, sacrificial love. Christ is a king who rules, not from a distance at the capital city, not from the halls of power and prestige, but in little, insignificant, out-of-the-way places like Bethlehem and Nazareth, and Waukomis and Enid.
Our King doesn’t rule with an iron fist. Our King rules with outstretched arms.
Our King doesn’t cause human suffering from a far. Our King is right here beside us sharing in our suffering.
Our King possess what the late theologian Arthur McGill called a “peculiar” kind of power.
God’s power is not a power that takes. It is a power that gives.
God’s power is not a power that rules. It is a power that serves.
God’s power is not a power that imposes. It is a power that loves.
God’s power is not a power that dominates. It is a power that dies.
And as Arthur McGill has written, this is the reason that it is “no accident that Jesus undertakes his mission to the poor and to the weak and not to the strong, to the dying and not to those full of life. For with these vessels of need God most decisively vindicates his peculiar kind of power, [a] power of service whereby the poor are fed, the sinful are forgiven, the weak are strengthened, and the dying are made alive.”[i]
Christ the King did not take our first child. The day our baby died, our King came and cried with us in that hospital room.
God did not cause the tumor. The day the doctor said the word “cancer” was a day of anguish for God as it was for us.
God did not create the layoff. The day you were told that your job was ending, God stayed up with you and worried with you all night long.
And God did not take your loved one. When they died, something inside of God died too.
What we all need to learn are very different definitions of “king,” “rule,” “reign” and “power”—very different because they define the holy ways of the only true and living God, rather than defining our false gods and their worldly ways.
When life gets us down (and if we live any length of time at all in this world, it most certainly will), we need to remember the great truth of this day—The king has arrived. The king has entered the gates. And this king is has come to take his place on his throne, on an old rugged cross. Do you see him reigning today? Do you see him bleeding, suffering, sacrificing, and giving all that God has to give from from the cross?
God does not make mistakes. God knows what God is doing. God is in control. God is king. But God’s throne is not made of silver and gold. God’s throne is made of wood and nails. God wears not a crown of jewels. God wears a crown of thorns.
This past week, I visited with Marion Batterman whose doctor just told him that he was dying. He said, “Pastor, my doctor gives me no hope. They said that my lungs are just about gone.”
I said, “Marion, I am so sorry.”
“Oh don’t be sorry he said. “Because my hope is not in my doctor! My hope is in my Lord!”
“So Marion,” I said, “Even when your lungs stop working completely…”
Marion finished the sentence, “I still have hope!”
No, he was not delusional. His mind was not clouded with medication. Marion was at peace, because his King reigns from a cross.
Marion was filled with hope, because his King is not far away from him seated a celestial throne removed from his agony. His King is seated at his very side suffering with him.
His King is not above his pain. His King is experiencing every bit of his pain. His King is not willing or decreeing his death, his king is experiencing his death.
His King is not slowly taking his life away from him. His King is giving the King’s eternal life to him, pouring out the King’s holy self into him, and promises him every minute of every day to see him through his dying.
After he described an intensified intimacy that he now shares with his Lord, he then said something miraculous. With this hopeful joy in his smile and eternity in his eyes, he told me that he was a blessed man.
Think about that for a moment.
A man, barely able to breathe, nearing the end of his life, told me that he is blessed.
Aren’t we all?
[i] Arthur McGill, Suffering: A Test of Theological Method, 61-63.

