With the passing of Michael Jackson yesterday, I couldn't help but notice the incessant use of the appellation "king" to describe the admittedly legendary pop icon. I was especially shocked, however, to hear the occasional reporter attempt to add a superlative adjective to the used-so-often-it-became-humdrum moniker. Some actually employed the phrase "king of kings." As a Christian, and as a wobbly follower of the true King of Kings, Jesus Christ, I was struck by how ludicrous it was to ascribe to a mere mortal - any mere mortal - such an honor. For there was, is, and ever will be only one King of all Kings. He will never be rushed to an emergency room. His "heart" will never fail.
So while so much of the world laments the passing of a man whose highest aspirations were nevertheless bound by the confines of the mortal coil off which he has shuffled, I rejoice in the knowledge that my King forever lives, forever reigns!
