A few weeks ago, the world watched as Prince William and Kate have introduced their newborn baby boy to the world. Cute, cuddly and wrinkly, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, emerged from a London hospital with Prince George, third in line to the British throne.
As I admired these first time parents watching every movement of their new son, I couldn’t help but think how ordinary they looked. Minus the cameras, lights and security, the three-some glowed. As they smiled and George burped, I realized that this new baby had no idea into what family he was born. He was born a child of royalty, a child of greatness, a child whose powers and privileges far out weighs the commoner.
I think that Christ-followers forget that they too were born into a royal family. But not one that legislates the state of affairs, but one through whom the King of kings redeems all of Creation. The problem I experience and see is that we who are children of the King live life retreating back from difficulties and we allow the world to rule us, not the other way around.
How many times have I given in to the temptational attacks of the enemy when power, strength and rescue lives right within me through the Holy Spirit. How often do I wallow is self-doubt and fear when my new-birth certificate places me squarely in the throne room of the King.
For me, I will remind myself every morning, before the day crushes in, that I am a child of the King!
“But you are not like that, for you are a chosen people. You are royal priests,a holy nation, God’s very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light.