With Briar for a Crown

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The other day, my daughter had a date with an attorney of a friend, and he said 'You've been to London and you have not watched an episode of the Crown?' My daughter asked me, 'Is the series good?' I answered, 'Just the story of Elizabeth.' The Crown. I admit that I love watching royalty simply because I grew up in the age of Diana, the Queen of Hearts. Her beauty and grace and compassion for the little people was endearing. Elizabeth? Oh well, let us not touch the Queen. But my story is about another Crown. A Crown made of briar, with prickly thorns that penetrate deep into the flesh. That briar of a crown was made to insult a Jew Who once walked the earth and lived among the poor and the lowly. He was accused of making Himself King, even if He said His kingdom was not of this world. Today, we celebrate the Solemnity of Christ the King, our Lord Jesus who dwelt poor and ate with the common fisher folks and the zealots; conversed with the infirmed, the least, the last, and the lost. Come let us be with our King, He ain't draped in royal robes but in tattered tunic. Our king is not driven in bullet proof limos but walks on foot beside the gutters. Our king does not wear a diamond-studded tiara but a briar for a crown.