We’ve been told, over and over again, that we don’t want a king.

We bristle at the idea. We resist authority. We question power. We instinctively push back against anyone who would claim rule over us. In fact, in our modern moment, there’s almost a badge of honor in saying it out loud—No kings.

No one tells me what to do. No one defines my truth. No one rules my life.

And if we’re honest, that instinct runs deeper than politics or culture. It’s personal. We don’t just reject kings “out there.” We reject them in here—in our hearts. Because at the core of who we are, we want control. We want autonomy. We want the final word. And anything—or anyone—that threatens that, we resist.

That’s not new. That’s human. It’s as old as the first rebellion.

But today—this day—forces a question we cannot escape.

What if the King we’ve been resisting is the only One who ever truly loved us?

What if the authority we push back against is the very authority that stepped into our brokenness, took on our guilt, and defeated the two enemies we could never overcome—sin and death?

Because that’s what today declares.

Not quietly. Not symbolically. But definitively.

Not metaphorically. Not spiritually. Physically. Historically. The stone was........

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