Royal Manners
Sincliar
Ferguson, in a sermon titled, “Love Your Enemies”, tells this
story.
When
the Queen of England was little, she and her sister went to a fancy
party. As they got into their car, their grandmother gave them this
adage:
Royal
children, Royal manners.
I've
been thinking a lot about this in the last few days. So much so, I
wrote it on a card and placed it where I can see it often.
Here's
why I love it…
I
am royalty, too. Just like those little girls, my royalty is not
based on anything I have done. I am in the family of the High King.
And that's all that matters. I did not have to be smart enough,
beautiful enough, good enough, or right enough. What made those
little girls royal? They had the right name. My crown is my
birthright of being born in the name of Jesus.
Less
I think that my royalty allows me to act any-ole-way, let me remember
that I am wearing a crown on my head. Maybe that's what Paul meant
when he wrote in Philippians 1:27, “... let your manner of life be
worthy of the gospel of Christ...” Who I am dictates what I do.
I
need to remember that. And I need to remember that living in the
opposite is a dangerous theology. I cannot earn my crown.
But,
the crown I've been given does change me. How I react to not getting
my own way, or someone betraying me… how I stand against
temptation… how I serve the people around me…. how I love in
faith… I want the details of my days to be influenced by my crown.
I
want to have royal manners because I am a royal child.
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