To the King Eternal, Christ Jesus, Sovereign of Heaven and Earth,
We, Your unworthy servants, bow before Your throne, pleading Your mercy for our friends lost in this world’s clamor. The year is 2025, and the earth reels under a tempest of folly. Demonic schemes, peddled by radical Democrats nd hidden powers, weave confusion, exalting man’s pride over Your holy law. Bigoted atheists, with their shrill contempt, mock Your name and sow discord in the secular square. Now, on this day, June 14, a clamor of protests dubbed “No Kings” sweeps the nations, railing against human rulers with banners and shouts, as if such spectacles could unseat Your eternal reign and your chosen leader. How pitiable, O King,  how pitiable are these protests of human vanity, mistaking noise for power, rebellion for wisdom
These “No Kings” marchers, prating tediously of democracy while decrying earthly thrones, see not the irony of their cry. They gather in their thousands, from Philadelphia’s streets to Denver’s parks, even twelve of them in Kalispell,  waving flags and wielding signs – yes, blind to the true King who is to come in glory. As Your servant C.S. Lewis notes, “they chase shadows, mistaking a politician’s pomp for the real peril of the soul.” Like children lost in a game, they protest a fleeting parade while eternity looms. And as Calvin declared, “Your sovereign will brooks (will put up with) no rival; these earthly tumults”—whether of presidents or protesters they are but dust before Your judgment seat.
Friends, hear us under the gaze of the King: these protests, this chaos, are but a fool’s errand. When Christ returns, as He ascended (Acts 1:11), with angels and trumpets, every eye shall behold Him (Revelation 1:7). The cries of “No Kings” will falter, for no march can halt the One who rides the clouds. Will you be found among those shouting in the streets, distracted by the fleeting, or among those watching for His coming? The schemes of men; political plots, atheistic sneers, or protest banners shall dissolve like chaff in His presence. As Calvin taught, God’s justice is sure, His mercy yet open; but the hour is late.

To the doubting, pause and ponder: the King’s return. He is no mere tale but the hinge of all history. Lay aside the world’s delusions, for as Lewis warned, the eternal breaks in unbidden, and only what is His endures. To the faithful, stand firm; let not the idiocy of this age—its protests, its pride, dim your hope. Live as those who await the true King, whose throne no mob can shake.

O Christ, hasten Your coming, and draw our friends to Your light before the day of weeping and gnashing of teeth (Matthew 8:12).

By Your sovereign grace,
Bob Graham