In Control

When he rode into Jerusalem on a donkey and people shouted, “Hosanna!” he was in control. When they put him on trial, beat him, whipped him, spit on him, and nailed him to a cross, he was still in control. When he breathed his last and gave up his spirit—even then—he was in control. When he walked out of that tomb alive, he was most certainly in control.

There’s a reason they called him a king on Palm Sunday. There’s a reason for Holy Week. There’s a reason we still sing, “Hosanna!” to him today. Only he can save us. Only he can walk through out-of-control moments and manage it all perfectly. His name is Jesus, the Lord God himself.

When the coronavirus first hit, he was in control. When people started testing positive and dying in America, he was still in control. When the earthquake struck last week—even then—he was in control. When this is all over and life starts to feel somewhat normal again, he will most certainly still be in control.

He always has been and always will be, so he is right now, too. He’ll come back for us and take us home. He promised. And hey, he’s got this!

“I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty” (Revelation 1:8).