Christ the King Sunday is coming up in a few weeks. This is a mix between a finale of the church calendar and a New Year’s Eve moment; an end and a beginning. In this culminating moment, we lay grasp to the hope that all of this shakes out in the end; a shaking out that has something to do with Christ’s reign as some combination of ultimate cosmic king/meek lamb that is slaughtered yet standing. 

The bible seems to prefer poetry to talk about things like this, leaving questions opened and unanswered and inviting us into the world of imagination. In that spirit, I’m curious what comes to mind for you when you see the phrase “Christ the King.” 

Does that mean something specific to you? What does the world look like when Christ is King? Are there glimmers of that around us? Or perhaps you find great discomfort with the phrase “Christ the King”—what’s that discomfort like? You get the idea: I’m curious about how that phrase finds you—could be a word, a poem, a paragraph, etc.