“Behold your King comes.” That’s the story of the Bible. Yahweh came as Judge to Eden. He came as Kinsman Redeemer and Lawgiver to Israel. He came in the flesh. He came back from the grave. He will come again.

Your King comes, and each time He shakes the heavens until stars fall like figs and He rolls up the sky like a scroll. On Palm Sunday, He rides like the wind over tree branches straight to the temple, where He acts out the future demolition of that “den of thieves.” As soon as Jesus arrives in Jerusalem, the city walls begin to buckle.

Your King keeps coming.

He comes in the rain that floods your basement, in the cancer that wracks your body, in the layoff that obliterates your future plans. He comes to shock you out of your sloth and sin, to make you uncomfortable enough to change.

We don’t want to change. Adam and Eve covered themselves, and the kings of the earth prefer to be crushed by rocks rather than stand exposed before the King. How about you? Do you run to the King who cracks your world wide open? Or do you scurry off to find a cave to hide in?

If “Your King comes” is the story of the Bible, your life story is God teaching you to rejoice at His coming, whatever it brings. You are enrolled in God’s lifelong singing school to learn the hymn of Palm Sunday: Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is He who comes in the Name of Lord! Hosanna in the highest!