Maria Kozakiewicz


Christ the King – Nov. 22
2 Samuel 5.1-3 | Psalm 122 | Colossians 1.12-20 Luke 23.35-43
November 9, 2015
‘Our  feet are standing within your gates , O Jerusalem.’

‘Our feet are standing within your gates , O Jerusalem.’

Psalm 122.2

Where will I be when Christ the King will come in glory? Shall I be alive or long dead, come from the bottom of purgatory? Shall I be fair and full of joy – or weeping and “gnashing my teeth?”

Will our misguided humanity be utterly lost and confused by that time or will it have regained its moral compass and faith?

Will my small cross that hangs above my desk be a hidden and forbidden object, the Church hidden underground and words of Mass whispered in the light of one candle? All these questions have no answers.

One thing is certain – the day will come.

The Feast of Christ the King moves one’s imagination as much as Christmas and Easter, but in a different way. It is like an ancient, heavy, wonderfully carved gate to the magnificent castle.

All roads lead to the gate, both through time and space. This is where we all are moving toward, want it or not, alive or dead.

No matter how busy you are, how preoccupied with trifling daily matters, how bent with worries, eventually you have to stop before the gate and wait for the gate to open.

Some will wait humbly, with trembling heart and shaking knees, feeling awfully small and insignificant – but also filled with so much joy!

For them, a few minutes, a few seconds, a few years or centuries, or even millennia does not matter because the knowledge the beloved is close, and coming closer still is like living in his presence already.

Love will open their eyes and hearts. They will try to soothe fears of those who dread the gate and whatever is on the other side.

They will hug them and sing to them songs about the coming of the King of Kings, who is kind and just, generous and loving, full of mercy.

Others will be impatient for the gate to open. They will re-read the book to look for signs and predictions, as if the Bible were a farmers’ almanac or a weather station.

They also will be hoping for some misterium tremendum first – so the sinners may learn their lesson, and the righteous have their bit of satisfaction watching their punishment.

They will also mill around the gate making sure they are as close to it as possible (just in case), pushing aside and trampling those who have not even heard of the gate’s existence and so feel overwhelmed, shy and fearful. Lost.

the non-believers

A sizable group will approach the gate with various instruments. They will try to measure the gate, take a sample of its material, calculate its weight, chemical composition and durability, attempt to clone it or reproduce it.

Finally they will proclaim the gate does not exist.

It exists in legends and fables only, as a coping instrument of an overwrought mind. It brings consolation to the naïve, feeble-minded, sick and weak.

Even if the gate exists, they say there is nothing behind it. They will try to either break this non-existent gate or depart from it.

Then the gate will open and Jesus will come through it. I do not know if he will be surrounded with angels and have a golden crown on his head.

But I know who will recognize him instantly and run to him.