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Elvis was, without a doubt, whether you like it or not, the king of rock and roll. He brought something new to American music. He instinctively fused rhythm and blues with the fervent piety of Gospel music and with the sentimentality of country and western. He came out with something new.

But the feeling you get when you hear people refer to Elvis as the king is that they are talking about a lot more than that. These people seem to be talking about their king – one who holds important allegiance. And that is where it gets to be serious.

Listen to a paragraph from one of the national news magazines. “To the uninitiated the cult of St. Elvis must seem ludicrous. Here after all was a pill-popping, junk food addict, who enjoyed shooting television sets and did not think twice about jetting to Denver for peanut butter sandwiches. Yet for all of his fabled excess, Elvis, if anything, has only grown. He has become a complex figure of American myth, as improbably successful as an Horatio Alger hero, as endearing as Mickey Mouse, as tragically self-destructive as Marilyn Monroe. There is the saintly Elvis who loved his mom and gave Cadillacs away and who all but walked on the water. And there is this coarse Elvis – a hungry good old boy whose ability to satisfy his every whim from synthetic opiates to Eskimo Pies eventually killed him.”

“Who is king?” Who rules you life more than any other? Who has the last word with you? To whom do you listen more than anyone else? Who do you need to go on living? Who do you truly follow? Who has your first and last loyalty? Who stand at the center of your life? Who is king? It is a crucially important question.

King. King says it all. So, “Who is king?” You may not even know who your king is. Or your king may be someone other than who you think. It is possible to pledge allegiance to one king when you are actually serving another. It happens all the time. But everybody serves some king.

Why would anybody need a king like Jesus? Look at what happened to him. It started all right; in that holy city where they were looking for a king, it started pretty well for Jesus. His own people were ready to give him the throne of David. He rode into town to a reception that was reserved for conquering heroes – like Alexander or Caesar. “Hosanna,” they cried. “Hosanna in the highest.” And they wave palm branches before him. “Hosanna to the king of kings!”

Here was one, they said, who was greater than Caesar. But before the week was over, it had all turned into a cruel joke. The hosannas changed to “Crucify him!” And the king’s crown made blood run down his face. Pontius Pilate, Rome’s man in Palestine, gave him to his people with the sarcastic statement, “Here is your king.” Jesus’ kingship at every point became the butt of a very bad joke. The only throne he had was the equivalent of our electric chair. He died – not as a king dies; he died as a common criminal. And who needs a king like that?

Have you ever heard of a king who would do that? That is a real twist on kingship. And he not only died for you but he also conquered death. And when history has played itself out, he will be the only king; and all other kings will pay homage at his feet. He is another kind of king.

On the day of the trial, Cagular and his family were brought in the judgment chamber. They were physically impressive people, so much so that Cyrus studied them thoughtfully. “What would you do,” he finally said to Cagular, “should I spare your life?”