I watched the very first Super Bowl on a small black & white TV in my parents’ living room back in 1967. Bart Starr and the Green Bay Packers beat the Kansas City Chiefs 35 to 10.
At the time it seemed like a very big deal. “World Championship,” they called it, because the two football leagues (which merged a few years later) were playing to determine a winner.
That was 45 Super Bowls ago. Next month we’ll crown Super Bowl Champion #46. Whoopee.
This world is fickle about picking winners. Every year a new football champion. Every four (or eight) years, another President. The “Arab Spring” reveals how even absolute rulers get replaced rather easily.
I admire Christ the King of all Kings. The humble Carpenter, the wise Teacher, the kind Healer, the Friend of Sinners—He is the One, the Lord of all the universe. He’ll never be displaced. His is the seat of highest power and honor and authority. “Sit at My right hand until I make Your enemies a footstool for Your feet,” the Father says to Him in Hebrews 1:13.
He rules over our entire galaxy of 200-400 billion stars. He controls all things—the wind and the tides, the tiniest single-cell organisms, the rise and fall of nations, angels and demons, light and darkness, the moment of my conception and the day of my death.
Tired of football? Politics? Stupid award shows on TV? Oh, how grateful we must be for our Jesus, the actual Number One, the True Winner, the Real Champion, the Best, Highest, Brightest, Greatest, Holiest, Most Powerful, the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End!
Handel had it right:
And He shall reign forever and ever,
King of kings! and Lord of lords!
And He shall reign forever and ever,
King of kings! and Lord of lords!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
King of kings! and Lord of lords!
And He shall reign forever and ever,
King of kings! and Lord of lords!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
