“. . . Say to the cities of Judah, ‘Behold your God!”
— Isaiah 40:9
In one of his sonnets, Shelley tells of a traveler from Egypt who, in a trek across a desert wasteland came upon the remains of a marble statue. All that remained on the pedestal were two feet and the lower part of two gigantic legs. Nearby, lying in the sand, was the cracked remnant of what had been the head. The face had a cruel sneer on its lips.
When the traveler rubbed the sand away from the pedestal, he found this inscription: “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair.” The traveler looked, and as far as the eye could see, there was naught but the sifting sand. Ozymandias bestowed upon himself the name “king of kings,” but whatever kingdom and glory he once enjoyed had disappeared.
In contrast, the true King of kings was meek and lowly of mind when He came into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday riding a donkey’s colt. Here, riding into town in great humility, was the King of kings and Lord of lords—the King of all creation!
Napoleon observed at St. Helena, “Can you conceive of Caesar as the eternal emperor of the Roman Senate and, from the depths of his mausoleum, governing the empire, watching over the destinies of Rome? Such is the history of the invasion and conquest of the world by Christianity; such is the power of the God of the Christians . . . ”
Jesus is the eternal King of kings, the Lord who reigns supreme. No other has ever been or ever will be greater. Behold your God!