Jesus is the backwards King. You can try find Him on the opulent throne, but you likely won’t. Instead you’ll find, in a pile, on the dazzling throne-room floor, a crumpled ornate robe and a bejewelled crown, haphazardly thrown off and discarded by the King Himself.

Look here, instead.

down,

down,

at the muck and the mess of your own heart

where He has run – no, sprinted – barefoot, sweaty and out of breath, to be with you.

There you’ll find Him. Home.

“I want you.”

He’s a lowly King. Outrageously humble. One that has stripped Himself of all comforts available to Him. He’s left His plush four-poster imperial bed to lay beside you on your cold, stone floor where you weep. He will weep with you, for as long as it takes. And in doing so, he will Love you back to life.

A faithful, loyal, sure, stubborn, blood-contract of love. A covenant marriage.

There’s no catch.

Sign your life away dear heart! Don’t hesitate. Be outrageously bold as He is scandalously loving.

Say yes.

He’s here for the long, slow, messy, doubt-filled journey. He knows what He’s in for. Your smallness does not surprise Him. Your failures, He expects. He’ll slowly feed you, gently bathe you, lovingly sing to you. He is patient.

You’ll hear lies from the outside.

“Who do you think you are to say the King Himself has wed you? Blasphemy!”

They are loud.

Their shouts assault your senses. Your mind is weary, confused.

Don’t look. Don’t listen.

Turn towards the Man inside. Attune to the still small voice of the King’s unearthly song, and the outside voices will tire and fade away. Ignore them my love. Don’t even retort, for I AM the one who silences the storm.

“Who do you think you are?”

I think,

nothing.

I am

Loved.

This is The Way.

Think nothing. Be loved. Let go. Eyes steady. Hear the Song. Disregard the lies.

When the hecklers leave – which they surely will – the still, small Song of the King, now learned and joined in by the voice of His bride, will become an all-consuming, resounding melody, spilling out into the depraved streets, piercing deeply into the hearts of every haggard beggar and weary soul. An unheard, mysterious ballad of hope… love. An invitation to remember that they too, are the King’s family.