Moving Truth from the Head to the Heart
My A to Z version of Jesus’ physical portraits of the Kingdom of Heaven.
There is a lot of talk lately about ambassadors, which brings to mind the fact that I, as a Christian, am called an ambassador:
Therefore, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were making an appeal through us; we beg you on behalf of Christ, be reconciled to God. 2 Corinthians 5:20
So what is an ambassador? Wikipedia describes, “An ambassador is the highest ranking diplomat who represents a nation and is usually accredited to a foreign sovereign or government… The term is rooted from Mongol-Manchu word, Amban Said (Appointed Minister).”
Easton’s Bible Dictionary gives the description of ambassador as a messenger, interpreter, and an envoy (one who goes on an errand for).
My native country is not where I am currently residing. I am a citizen of Heaven because of my (new) birth there, temporarily placed here for my training.
I am a messenger and an interpreter for my Kingdom. As a Christian, the words I speak are interpreted as what Heaven would say, so I should be careful what comes out of my mouth. I should reign in some of what I might blurt out, and say with boldness some of what I might timidly hold back. I am needed by the citizens of this world to help them see and understand what my King means, to interpret His words and His actions so that they can understand what He is thinking.
And I am an envoy for my Kingdom. I am not here for my own pleasure, even though at times I may enjoy my stay here. I am here on an errand of the King, to help this world to understand their invitation to the wedding feast (Go therefore to the main highways, and as many as you find there, invite to the wedding feast. Matthew 22:9). It’s not about me, it’s about the King.
But I am more than just a servant or a representative. I represent the Kingdom because I am the King’s daughter. He is my Daddy! His Son is my Bridegroom; I am engaged to be married to Him! He tenderly cares for me and watches over me, so much so that he sent Holy Spirit with me as my aide and advisor during this assignment. He passes along the information from Home so that I can accurately communicate what my Father desires.
While at Walt Disney World, a man in line in front of me was wearing capri pants – not the usual look for an American manly-man. But when he spoke to his wife and children, he had an accent, and I realized that he was foreign. “Men must wear capri pants where he is from,” I assumed, and I continued to observe he and his family with interest to learn what I could about his country of origin. I never spoke to him, and he likely didn’t even know I was watching.
What do others assume about Jesus when they see your life? When they hear your Heavenly “accent”? You can be sure someone is watching. If nothing else, your King and Father is. Represent Him accurately. He is worth it.
* Photo taken from Emily Freeman’s excellent blog, Chatting at the Sky.