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“What Child Is This?”

What child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King
Whom Shepherds guard
And Angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him laud
The babe, the son of Mary

Why lies he in such mean estate
Where ox amd ass are feeding?
Good Christian fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him laud
The babe, the son of Mary

So bring him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant, king, to own him
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone him

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him laud
The babe, the son of Mary

Dear God, the first two verses of this song are full of questions. Who is this? I know he’s special, but who is this? Angels are singing for him. Shepherds are guarding him. Why is he lying in such a “mean estate, where ox and ass are feeding?”

Then the answer comes back. Oh, who is this? Well, let me tell you. This baby that the shepherds are guarding and about whom the angels are singing is Christ the King. You should quickly worship and honor him, this son of Mary.

So now the questioner seemingly becomes the commander in verse three. Bring him gifts (with a reference to the wise men). It doesn’t matter whether you are a peasant or a king, he is yours. He is your King. Accept the salvation he brings and enthroned him in your life.

I watched video yesterday of a politician who was asked flat out if he had ever asked you for forgiveness and he responded, “That’s a hard question.” Then he ultimately answered that he never had and had never found a reason to. I don’t think that man could ever sing these words–at least and mean them. But before I get too judgmental, can I? Do I really enthrone you?

I was thinking about my worship of you on my way into church this morning. There is no tragedy driving me to my knees right now. No great sin in my life (although there are plenty of little ones). My worship of you right now is not naturally driven through desperation’s. It is a conscious choice. But is it a choice I am making often enough? Do you smile when you think of me and our relationship?

Father, this Christ the King, of whom angels sing, is my God. He is you. He is part of you. Holy Spirit, you are this same Jesus and Father as well. Out of pure gratitude (like the 10th leper who returned to say thank you) I come to you and thank you for everything. I am truly grateful.

In Jesus’s name I pray,

Amen