Then she said to him, "My lord, you swore by the LORD your God to your maidservant, saying, 'Assuredly Solomon your son shall reign after me, and he shall sit on my throne.'So now, look! Adonijah has become king; and now, my lord the king, you do not know about it. (1 Kings 1:17-18)
In the Name + of Jesus. Amen. Talk about a soap opera! King David was old and his son Adonijah thought he'd get to be king when Dad died. But Bathsheba, Solomon's mother, pleaded with David to fulfill his promise to make Solomon the king. It turns out that in order to prove that Solomon would be the next king, he rode into the city on David's mule. Sound familiar? Sounds like Jesus riding into Jerusalem on a donkey, showing that He is the true King.
Egged on by the Devil, we, in our sinfulness, often try to take the place of the rightful King. Jesus is King, but we want to take His place and run things our way. We would steal his place and put ourselves in charge! To be a sinner is to try and take God's place. It's what the Devil convinced Adam and Eve they could do. Instead, they fell into sin and death.
But One greater than Solomon has come (Matthew 12:42). Jesus, born in the line of David and Solomon, is born to be the true King. And He is the true King, not by stealing the title, but by receiving it from the Father by taking the place of us peasant sinners who try to rebel and grab the crown for ourselves. Jesus, crowned with thorns, pays the price of our sins and then rises from the dead, ascends and is given all glory and honor from the Father.
And here is our salvation: that we, who would have stolen Christ's place are actually given His place as a gift! Washed and forgiven in Holy Baptism, absolved with Holy Absolution and forgiven by the body and blood of Jesus, we are sons of God and heirs with Christ. We are made royalty by the one who is the eternal King, just as Solomon rode into Jerusalem on a donkey. You have been given a kingdom in Jesus Christ! In the Name of Jesus. Amen.
Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon His throne; Hark how the heav'nly anthem drowns all music but its own. Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him who died for thee, and hail Him as they matchless King Through all eternity. (LSB 525:1