Men must have leadership. The reason lies deep in human nature. The French Revolutionaries destroyed the royal family, but Robespierre, Danton and Morat were practically enthroned in the position from which Louis was hurled. In Oliver Cromwell’s commonwealth, he exercised the royal prerogative. Some of us enthrone the fatness of the olive, some the sweetness of the fig, and some the good cheer of the vine. In other words, the guiding ideal of some souls is Prosperity, of others Love, of others Pleasure. And yet others choose the bramble—with its prickly thorns—which, when scorched by the summerheat, is near unto burning, Heb. 6:8. It stands, therefore, for the useless and perilous life, which is doomed to the scrap-heap. See 1 Cor. 9 : 27.

In the meanwhile Jesus waits to become the crowned King of each soul. He adventured his life and delivered us from the hand of the enemy, to whom, we had sold ourselves. Do we deal truly and uprightly with him, in allowing other lords to rule over us while we crown him with thorns? See vs. 17 and 19.