There is this picture of a King I saw a while ago. He was throned sitting inside of His Kingdom. He was still crowned with His royal robe. He was still powerful but He was caged. He had no servant. No one really wanted to receive His orders and commands or simply seek His power. And no one really wanted to know how He wanted His own Kingdom to be ruled. He was sitting on His throne. Waiting.

He was like a painting hanging on a wall. People walked around Him yet, who really noticed Him? Decorating dreams and visions, He was forgotten. They talked about Him yet no one really engaged with Him. There is no doubt that they wanted Him to remain King of the Kingdom yet they were going to war without Him. Yes! Without Him, they all left to war shouting revival. Over time, He had become the character of a famous fable. Because in their hearts, no one really had left the crown on His head.

If at least one person had invited Him. If at least one person had opened the door, like a fire consuming a jungle He would have appeared. Consuming their hearts. He would have taken His crown back. Joyful victory dancing inside of me! Mistakenly they had been deceived. Royalty is His perfume! And even inside their cage, He had been roaring like a Lion. Waiting for war. He is Lord, they would have said. They would have bowed down in front of His glory, in acknowledgment of His power. Letting Him have the throne.

Revival?! But He, alone, had always been the revival. The King is the revival.

Sankey S.

[ I dedicate this post to a Church in Montreal-North: 2017, January 15th has welcomed the King. And partially inspired by the above painting found at Greater Chicago Church made by a Chicago talented artist Anthony Allen.]