I don't believe in an explanation as much as I follow the announcement that Jesus is King. It has social, ethical, political, and artistic implications to everything I do and all that I am. I cannot run from it, nor do I want to. I cannot hide from it, nor do I seek to. I cannot explain it, though my mind constantly wrestles with it's meaning. He's the hope and the future, because he is the present and reality. The news that Jesus is King is the brilliance of my life. Everything else is shadow.