Do you remember playing “King of the Hill” as a child?  I recall a group of neighborhood children gathering at the base of a mound.  We would wrestle and brawl our way to the top only to push each other off  over and over until one solitary champion stood all by himself.  Many would show up to play, but there could only be one king.

     In his classic hymn, The Old Rugged Cross, George Bennard wrote, “On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame; And I love that old cross, for the Dearest and Best, for a world of lost sinners was slain.”  There on Golgotha’s Hill hung our Lord and Savior.  Above His head were the words engraved on a wooden plaque of timber, “King of the Jews.”

      That day at Calvary, the true King of the Hill was crowned.  Satan and all the demons of hell tried to prevent His reign, but He rose in victory, and forever secured His title.  There are no challengers, there is no rematch, there is no starting over.  He alone sits upon the throne as the royal, reigning, regal king.  He is the King of the Jews, the King of Israel, the King of righteousness, the King of the ages, the King of heaven, the King of glory, the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords.  Indeed, He is the King of the Hill!