His spirit is torn,
For a new King is throned of a nation—
A child is born.
— G.K. Chesterton, The Nativity
Herod hated the idea of another king. His cowardice feared the foretold Christ and his countenance fell at the tales of His fruition. So, he had the sons of Bethlehem slain. He cast a wide net in order to catch the Christ and killed more kids than he needed to in order to make sure he could accommodate the mystical math of the prophets.
Yet, for all of Herod’s froth and bubble, the King escaped his impotent rage and was born. He reigned in His mother's womb before He reigned in the manger. He reigned in the caravan as a kid before He reigned in Cana as the barkeep. He took on the tent of human flesh in order to camp among us. He set up shop and got to work. And the temper tantrums of a tinpot tyrant could not stop the Son of God as He went forth to war.
Herod was deposed and his throne was exposed. He was sitting on sand when along came the Rock.
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