WE WANT THE KING.

Auckland Star, Volume LXVIII, Issue 150, 26 June 1937, Page 26 (Supplement)

WE WANT THE KING.

UNIVERSAL CHORUS. (By DR. DON D. TULLIS.) Tie Coronation Day ceremonies* reached their climax in front of the Royal residence, where the multitudes stood in the rain to get a look at the King and Queen. After long and patient waiting, someone shouted: "We want the King." The crowd took it up as one voice. The radio caught the cry and carried it to every corner of the world—"We want the King." Without knowing it, these loyal Britishers were sounding the keynote of a univertval chorus. Men everywhere want the King. The hunger of mind and spirit cannot be satisfied with anything less. Colourful parades are thrilling and for a while they detract from the deeper needs of life, but pomp and pageantry are not enough. At parade's end the weary multitude are still crying for the King. Most men are deeply religious and do not know it. They sense their hunger, but try to satisfy it upon husks thrown to swine. That is the answer to the wild abnormalities of this, generation. They want a king, and so they crown their greed for gain. They want a king, and so they bow down to gods of lust and intemperance. But husks have no food Tarue. Sooner or later, like the prodigal of the parable, they will discover this factWith this disooyery they will do one of two things—give up their search for satisfaction and surrender to a hopeless and Godless philosophy of life, or, like th.<» prodigal, turn their faces and their foo'rsteps toward the Father's house. "We want the King." That cry expresses the universal hunger of humanity. God is the only answer to their common need. They want to be assured there is a King—that this world planet is not an orb of chance tossed about in the careless hands of a Blind Indifference. They want to know whether the King's face is kindly; whether the ruler of the races i« a ruthless tyrant or a loving friend. They are not willing to take the preacher's word for it. They want to know for themselves. They are tired of going through life like the poet who sang: "On from room to room I stray, yet my host I ne'er espy, and I know not to this day whether guest or captive I." But they may know. God is—and He is a rewarder of all who search for Him diligently.— (N.A.N.A.)