Under the sun, crowns are made of vapor. Our culture calls it self-branding; Solomon called it vanity. The “be your own king” mantra promises freedom but delivers chains, demanding you invent your worth, defend your glory, and expand a kingdom you cannot keep. Jesus offers the inverse—deny yourself, take up your cross, and follow Him. Trade the ornamental for the eternal; the first will choke you, the second will crown you with life.

Have you ever spun a top and watched it wobble just before falling? There’s a moment right at the edge of balance—rapid rotation giving way to unsteady lurches.

He carries the Word as if lightning is locked in his bones. His message isn't rehearsed—it's forged. He doesn't craft polished phrases aimed at gaining human approval.