Behold the King. A baby in a barn, experiencing for the first time the self-imposed limitations of vulnerability and confinement.

Behold the King. Rising up out of the water of the Jordan, receiving the mantle of ministry and words of love from His father.

Behold the King. Sitting on a grassy hillside, filling the aromatic air with more truth than could fill a lifetime.

Behold the King. Sitting under a tree, leaving the attention and adulation behind, to spend time with His Father.

Behold the King. Staring with abject wonder at the faith of a woman who dared to have enough faith to simply touch the hem of His garment for healing.

Behold the King. Striding boldly and compassionately into the lives of countless sinners.

Behold the King. Bent low, allowing His majesty to solidify, washing the dirty feet of those He loved.

Behold the King. Mocked, scorned, hated, all because He had the audacity to give love away to all.

Behold the King. Wearing the only crown He would receive from humanity, as the cost of love drove thorns into His head.

Behold the King. Hanging on a cross, totally alone for the first time in all of eternity, as His Father turns away from the blackness of the sin the King now bears.

Behold the King. Hanging on a cross. Breathing His last. The chasm of debt paid.

Behold the King. Alive. Cooking breakfast for His friends, rescuing and restoring Peter in one conversation.

Behold the King. Ascending into heaven and promising to send another.

Behold the King. Filling your lungs and life with the breath and power of His Holy Spirit.

Behold the King. In your actions, your thoughts, your feelings, your hands, your feet, your mouth, your heart.

Behold the King. In this season of remembrance will you allow yourself to behold Jesus Christ and allow His Holy Spirit to guide every moment of this day so that a world that so desperately needs a Savior will see the King today….through you?