A recent lewrockwell.com blog post notes that people cherish coronations. I’m reminded of being in London ten years ago. Before we entered the dark room in the Tower of London to see the crown jewels, they played a video of Queen Elizabeth II’s coronation on a large screen. The music, the sights… unforgettable and glorious. We went in to see the jewels and I remember going several times across the conveyors to see them again and again. They were a hint of far greater things. It was one of those moments that make an entire vacation.
Men desire a king. The Israelites desired one (1 Sam 8:5) despite God’s warning. Although we live in a (mostly nominal by now) republic, when you listen to people cheer lawless politicians you would think we were a nation of men, of great kings expected to do Great Things, rather than a nation of laws. There is something more romantic about the former. Of course, there is something far more sinister to it also (1 Sam 8:11-18). As Tolkien noted, “[T]he most improper job of any man, even saints… is bossing other men. Not one in a million is fit to it, and least of all those who seek the opportunity.”
Still, there is something deep within us that makes us desire a great coronation. You see one at the end of the original Star Wars. You see another (beautifully shot) at the end of Return of the King. My theory is that all earthly coronations either wickedly imitate or weakly point to the return of our Lord to whom every knee will bow (Phil. 2:10).