Zechariah's last chapter ends with cooking pots as holy as temple bowls and HOLY TO THE LORD engraved on the bells of horses. The sacred stops being a department and becomes the atmosphere.

Two days before the year ends, let that be the horizon you read toward: a world with no secular corners left in it. Every ordinary thing you touch today is headed for that inscription.

Zechariah hears it announced and Revelation watches it happen: one throne over everything, one LORD, His name the only name, holiness soaking down into horse bells and cooking pots. Psalm 148 is what that world sounds like, every made thing praising its Maker. History is not wandering. It is converging on a coronation.

Until then, the assignment is the card from Lemuel's mother: speak up for the voiceless, defend the poor, judge fairly. People who know the King is coming spend the meantime doing what the King loves. Live today like a citizen of the world that is on its way, where even your kitchen counts as holy ground.