The power seat …

Psalm 110_1

I have walked through more than one of her homes. The ancient kind, sitting on volcanic rock, and the kind that are simply old. Some of her homes are stately, regal, awe-inspiring. Others have vacation and relaxation written all over them. I have seen portraits of her on currency and hanging in formal frames on the walls. I am fascinated by what it means to be royal and under the microscope of the world. I am certain I could not fit the brief. Too many people watching every move.

 

The Lord said to my Master, “Sit by me at my right side until I put your enemies under your control.” Psalm 110:1 (ICB)

The Lord says to my Lord: “Sit at my right hand until I make your enemies a footstool for your feet.” Psalm 110:1 (NIV) 

The word of God to my Lord: “Sit alongside me here on my throne until I make your enemies a stool for your feet.” Psalm 110:1 (MSG)

 

There is a royalty on display in Psalm 110. A royalty that is beyond that of the Royal family. Jesus is that royal son. The One who has always been, is now, and always will be. The One who was present at the creation of the world. The One who is one with God the Father and the Holy Spirit. The One who was born in the lowliest of places. A gritty stable with hay, and smelly animals, hardly the most sanitized environment for a little one to enter the world. But there He was. Utterly dependent on his earthly parents and completely divine. The One with all power at His disposal, who had flung the stars into space, was reduced to a human infant. Dependent, needy, hungry, tired. The Son of God and the son of David all wrapped up in one.

The juxtaposition is mind boggling. He was fully human. Scraped knees, adventures in trees, learning the trade of carpentry from His father. His mom, with her memories tucked away in her heart, bandaging wounds, feeding a hollow leg, watching her little one grow to become a teenager, a young adult, a man. From birth, he had stepped into His calling, the cross. There was no other destiny for Him. What must it have been like to be Joseph? To know this son of yours who was more than your son. What must it have been like to be Mary? To have heard Simeon’s words about a sword piercing her soul too (Luke 2:33-35) when her little one was just a baby.

This royal One had an entourage unlike today’s royals. A ragtag band of twelve who lived with Him and followed Him for three years. They were not alone for they had hundreds, if not thousands, keeping an ear to the ground (no social media needed) showing up where Jesus was teaching and preaching. Bringing the sick that they might be healed. Being taught with authority and power unlike their teachers of law. Being fed in the most unorthodox of ways – fish and loaves that multiplied to feed thousands. He was a man who defied understanding.

He submitted. He knew the kingdom the crowds wanted. They wanted to be in charge. To shake off the Roman rule. To be unshackled from the manmade law of the Pharisees and Sadducees. This was not His kingdom. He did not submit to their desires but instead submitted to the will of His Father. A Father who loves the world so much He sent His Son. A Father who would allow His precious Son to bear the weight of the sin of the world on His shoulders. A Father who would not remove the cup of suffering. A Father who would eventually turn His back on the Son because He could not look at sin. A Father whose Son died, horribly. A Father whose Son was raised to life again. A Father whose kingdom will never end.

The Son is seated in the power seat. The right hand of the Father. The seat with authority and prestige. It is not a seat to be taken lightly. It is reserved for the One of utmost importance. Jesus is there, at the right hand of God the Father. Power and authority are His. He is in charge, His royalty on full display. He is the Lion of Judah – all power and majesty and strength. He is the Lamb of God – the One sent to suffer and die as the final sacrifice for sin. He is the Risen One – He lives forevermore.

One day, I will not just walk through His home and see His likeness framed on the wall. One day, I will see Him face to face. What a day that will be!

 

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