Friday, January 23, 2015

I'm a Prince

“Behold what manner of love the Father has given unto us that we should be called the children of God.” 

1 John 3:1


Today has been…. What?  A challenge?  Difficult?  I’m not sure what the word is, but I also know that whichever word I choose has a lot to do with what I focus on now.  In the end, things were resolved.  That makes it wonderful. 
Here are some more wonderful things:
·      I have the app on my phone that plays the sounds of rain and thunder and classical music.
·      I have books to read.
·      I have quiet and a good working environment.
·      I have my health.

And here’s the best news:
I’m a prince. 
That’s right.  A prince.
Royalty. 
The son of a King.
I am a son of God.
Not the Son of God.  I’m not Jesus. 
But I’m a son of God.  And so is everyone else who wants to be.  Everyone else can be a son or daughter of God.  We can all be princes and princesses. 
This doesn’t make me better or smarter.  It just makes me more responsible.  Authority and power are not given to the weak, the fearful, or the lazy…not for long, anyway.  Authority and power, when given by God, is a sign of His trust and love.  But, it is, as I said, a responsibility.  I have, we all have, a responsibility to use the gifts we are given.  My Muse puts it like this:
“I’m sorry, but you don’t have any option.”
She has said this to me many times.
What does it mean? 
Does it mean I have to write?
Does it mean working when I get home from work and on weekends? 
Does it mean always thinking about how to do more and how to be more?  
Does it mean that my time really isn’t my own?  
Does it mean my life really isn’t my own?       
Actually, yes, it means all those things.
I have often said it is fear that drives me to keep writing, and it’s true that I struggle with the fear of giving up.  But more accurately, it is compulsion that drives me.  I don’t feel like I have any other choice.  The good news is that I don’t want or need any other choice.  I’m happy to be here writing, fulfilling part of my Purpose on this planet…because I’m a prince.
What does it mean to be a prince or a princess?
Besides fulfilling the royal calling we have been given, it means that our behavior, our words, and our attitudes should always be that of someone with a high calling.  It means being held to a higher standard.  It doesn’t mean sitting in a castle and looking at others from afar.  It means being with others so that your example can be seen.  But here’s the thing:  we are supposed to behave, think, and speak like royalty, but we’re not supposed to announce it.   Our royalty is a secret.  Here’s why:
First, no one will believe us.  We will appear ridiculous at best and insane at worst.  When Dan Akroyd said, “We’re on a mission from God,” in the movie, The Blues Brothers, people just laughed.  It was meant to be funny.  Yet, it was the truth.  It’s the truth for us, too.  We are on a mission from God, but this mission is so important, that He would only entrust His children with it.
Second, our royalty is not the most important thing.  Our mission is.
Sadly, not everyone chooses to embrace his or her royalty or responsibility.  It’s not my job to judge those people, but I think they’d be happier if they did embrace their destiny. 
So, though today had some difficulties, they have passed, as all difficulties do.  What hasn’t passed is my Purpose.  It won’t pass until I get a new assignment.  So for now, I Get Started and I Keep Going.  I’m on a royal mission.  I look like an ordinary person, but I’m a prince.  No one has to know that, but I cannot allow myself to forget it.