He is not the king of pop, neither was he the king of rock n’roll.

He was born in a manger, a man who lived in the most humble and lowly circumstances, a man who “knew not where to lay his head”.

A man “who went about doing good.” A man who died for you and me, and the entire race of human beings, not one of whom has been excluded from his great sacrifice.

I ask you, who is the King the world has forgotten.

Which King is best interested in your own well-being and genuine happiness? Was it Elvis? Was it Michael? Was it any earthly icon who practiced music as part of their life’s legacy? Or was it the babe born in the most humblest of circumstances?

Who rightly deserves our praise, our love, our time, our attention, our gratitude?