As I read from Luke 1 today, I paused at these words from verses 31-33:
“You will name him Jesus . . . and of his kingdom there will be no end.”
A never-ending kingdom . . . Jesus has a kingdom. Frankly, I don’t know much about kingdoms and kings reigning. I have no experience with that vocabulary. That language speaks of an old era—a time in history that belongs to my ancestors. It speaks of Medieval Ages and the Renaissance, of King Henry and King James. It speaks of fairy tales, myths, and legends: King Arthur, Aslan, Aragorn and the Hobbits.
Yet with this language and all that it connotes, I get an inkling, an idea, a childlike longing for what it means to be in a kingdom, what it means to have a king, what sovereignty means, what royal power means, what rule and dominion mean. Despite my limited understanding, I like the notion of a never-ending kingdom. I like thinking about a Son-of-God king who rules the kingdom. I can celebrate that kind of a kingdom—a never-ending kingdom.
Oh, JOY! A Never-Ending Kingdom.