Last Sunday was Christ the King Sunday. The first Sunday of Advent comes in a few days. It is still November but Christmas music is playing loudly at my Starbuck’s office in the Ingle’s grocery store in Waynesville.
It is on mornings like this that I know that I belong to a different kind of kingdom. On Black Friday when much of the world was out setting new shopping records, I was at home reading a book about the missional church. I know that my kingdom is not of this world. On Cyber Monday, when PayPal’s servers went down because of the amount of traffic, I was working with some churches on how they might serve their community better. The kingdom I bear allegiance to is just different, period.
This week, the collect for each day in the BCP has been the one appointed for Christ the King Sunday. It has confirmed for me on a daily basis where my true allegiance lies:
Almighty and everlasting God, whose will it is to restore all things in your well-beloved Son, the King of kings and Lord of lords: Mercifully grant that the peoples of the earth, divided and enslaved by sin, may be freed and brought together under his most gracious rule; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.