Then I saw heaven opened, and a white horse was standing there. Its rider was named Faithful and True, for he judges fairly and wages a righteous war. His eyes were like flames of fire, and on his head were many crowns. A name was written on him that no one understood except himself. He wore a robe dipped in blood, and his title was the Word of God. The armies of heaven, dressed in the finest of pure white linen, followed him on white horses. From his mouth came a sharp sword to strike down the nations. He will rule them with an iron rod. He will release the fierce wrath of God, the Almighty, like juice flowing from a winepress. On his robe at his thigh was written this title: King of all kings and Lord of all lords. Rev. 19:11-16 (NLT)
Dear Lord Jesus, on this Memorial Day we appropriately honor the courageous men and women who lost their lives serving our country, in a world filled with “wars and rumors of war.” But on this particular Memorial Day, we want to honor you, as the ultimate Servant-Warrior—the quintessential Serviceman who, on the cross, won the war to end all wars. No one paid a greater price to bring the final and full peace, for which we long and hope. John’s vision of that Day fills our hearts with worship.
Having secured the defeat of the prince of darkness, you’re now the rider on the white horse—alone worthy of the name Faithful and True and Word of God. You are faithful to fulfill every promise God made for the salvation of his people, and the restoration of cosmos. We praise and bless, worship and adore you, Lord Jesus!
Though evil hates beauty, your love trumps all evil. Indeed, evil, badness, and madness will not prevail. Evil has been defeated, and it will be eradicated. “Hallelujah!” we shout, with great joy.
Jesus, the title, “King of all kings and Lord of all lords,” belongs to you right now, not on some future day. You are the ruler of the kings of the earth in this very moment—all of them. Your kingdom has come in part through your resurrection, and will it come in fullness at your return. Consummate peace will replace all petulance and pettiness; shalom will trump all hating and being hated. Hasten that Day, Lord; hasten it. So very Amen we pray, in your triumphant and exalted name.
