CHRIST THE KING – a hidden king clothed in humility
Matthew 25: 31-46
This Sunday is the solemnity of Our Lord Jesus Christ, the King of the Universe!
It can sneak right by if we’re not paying attention, because the following Sunday is the first Sunday of Advent!
So, let’s wrap up the end of the Church year with a bang — with a crown cake, a glass of wine or a trumpet blast … how will you celebrate?
To point our minds and hearts in the right direction, here is one of Malcolm Guite’s poems to inspire us
Our King is calling from the hungry furrows
Whilst we are cruising through the aisles of plenty,
Our hoardings screen us from the man of sorrows,
Our soundtracks drown his murmur: ‘I am thirsty’.
He stands in line to sign in as a stranger
And seek a welcome from the world he made,
We see him only as a threat, a danger,
He asks for clothes, we strip-search him instead.
And if he should fall sick then we take care
That he does not infect our private health,
We lock him in the prisons of our fear
Lest he unlock the prison of our wealth.
But still on Sunday we shall stand and sing
The praises of our hidden Lord and King.