“There’s just something about him—about her.” There is an air about her—an aura. It’s his dignified manner—her carriage, her conduct. He makes a striking impression. There is a presence about him.”
Have you ever heard that said about another person, or perhaps thought it yourself?
When I was young in the ministry, I worked for awhile with an older woman who was also engaged in children’s ministry. I loved being in the presence of that woman. Though I couldn’t have told you what, there was just something about her.
Most of us are, to one degree or another, hero worshippers. Some wallow in ecstasy at the performance of this or that rock band. Others worship at Hollywood’s altar. In King Elvis’ day, girls often swooned or fainted in his presence, and I? I have always been enthralled with royalty. Those little pink-cheeked, royal princes and princesses turn my heart to mush.
When you consider that I started in a cotton patch, you may understand why fairy tale royalty captured my imagination.
On a number of occasions, I have stood before Buckingham Palace looking through the gilded iron bars hoping to spy someone at a window or on the royal balcony. I always went away disappointed, for poker-faced, statuesque, motionless guards belied any idea of gaining entrance to that auspicious place.
I have had the privilege of visiting Balmoral Castle and Holyrood Palace in Scotland, but I wasn’t invited in there, either.
On Easter Sunday, 1984, I drove through the English countryside to Windsor Castle. My Niece and her family were with me. The Queen’s flag flew high over the ramparts testifying to the fact that she was in residence. As a show of magnanimity and kindness, Elizabeth had opened her royal gardens to the public. We were allowed to walk among the fragrant flowers and shrubbery. With abandon, my five-year-old nephew, set free from hours cooped up in the car and imprisoned in a hotel room, turned somersaults down the garden pathway.
I stared intently at the castle hoping to see Queen Elizabeth peering out the window watching Marcus’ antics. It didn’t happen. I didn’t see her. I didn’t speak with her. I did not shake her hand.
Belgian Royalty was a bit more casual than that of England. On occasion, our heavily guarded queen and her “ladies in waiting” were seen shopping at “Bon Marche.”
On July 21, Belgian Independence Day, soldiers marched and tanks rolled by and the king and queen, in a top-down convertible, smiled and waved energetically to their admiring subjects. I stood with the crowds one year and thrilled at the sight of the monarchs. It all seemed so informal. However, I knew, if I took one step beyond the barrier, alarms would sound and I would be apprehended.
In actuality, Royalty is distant, unavailable, and inaccessible. The common man cannot come within a country mile of the rulers of this world.
A royal invitation or summons is the only hope of an audience with the queen.
A couple of weeks ago my pastor preached about the necessity of the presence of God in my life. I’ve been thinking about that.
I will never receive an invitation to share a cup of tea with Queen Elizabeth in the drawing room at Buckingham Palace. I will never be summoned for an audience with our president in the Oval office at the White House.
BUT—everyday I enter freely into the courtroom of the KING OF KINGS—THE KING OF THE AGES. Guess what! I come at His invitation.
Hebrews 4:6 tells us to “…come boldly to the throne of grace…His throne…that we may have mercy and find grace to help in time of need.”
I have discovered that I must have the presence of God in my life, for He is my source of strength—my source of joy. He is my life.
Psalm 16:11, “…In your presence is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”
Again we are told in Acts 2:28 “You have made known to me the ways of life; You will make me full of joy in Your presence.”
The presence of God can be a constant in your life, for the psalmist says, in 140:13, “…The upright shall dwell in Your presence.”
THINK ABOUT! We are invited. We have free access into His courtroom. We may live continually in His presence. No barricades, no royal guards, no secret service men can bar our entrance.
The sun will come out tomorrow!