Why all the hubbub?
Why all the plotting, people?
Why all the conniving and complaining?
Celebrities and politicians are parrots and parodies,
Repeating the same talking points,
Rejecting God and his chosen king.
“We want freedom!” they chant.
“Enough of God’s shackles!”
God closes his eyes,
Shakes his head,
And sadly chuckles.
They are silly in their stupidity.
But mirthless laughter
Is replaced by a spark of anger.
Their stupidity isn’t funny, it’s dangerous.
“Hey!” he roars.
“I picked my king
And set him on Zion’s throne
There’s no negotiating here.”
He looks on his king, and smiling says,
“Happy birthday, my son!
Everything I have is yours.
Nations, earth — it’s all yours.
Rule them with an iron scepter.
Crush their pretensions like pottery.”
Leaders of the land, wise up!
Consider this your warning.
Ally yourselves with Yahweh, not against him.
His rule is to be celebrated, not rejected.
Kiss the son!
Befriend God’s chosen king.
Rejection is destruction.
To refuse him is to refuse your own life.
To embrace him is to embrace life to the fullest.