HEIR TO THE KINGDOM

When I was a child, this “Valley of the Sun,” where I live, was dotted with little towns separated by miles of cactus decorated desert.  Now, the valley has grown into a conglomerate– a city stretching for many miles in every direction crisscrossed with great highways that get you there in a matter of minutes.  The little towns have been swallowed up.

All those years ago, a twenty mile trip to Phoenix was a rare but greatly anticipated journey.  We drove through two towns and miles of desert before arriving at our destination, but for me and my siblings, the wonders we saw along the way were far more exciting than the city itself.

The giant Hayden Flour Mill was on the right-hand side of the road on the north edge of Tempe.  It was owned by the family of our very own, longtime Arizona senator, Carl Hayden.  We were impressed, but the Mill Avenue Bridge over the Salt River was even more intriguing.  Of course, the river was dry.  It had been dry since the dams were built upstream in the 1940’s but that didn’t spoil our fun.

However, the sight we most looked forward to was THE CASTLE!  Right out in the middle of the Arizona desert surrounded by Saguaros and rattlesnakes was a real castle—The Tovrea Castle.  It looked like a three-tiered wedding cake—it still looks like a three-tiered wedding cake, but to a child who had never seen a castle, it was magnificent.   I could dream for hours about what it was like to live in such a place.  Did a king live there?  I imagined myself a princess in that castle.

Perhaps that was the beginning of my interest in and fascination with royalty.

In the supermarket or at the beauty shop I am attracted by magazine covers portraying William and Kate and their babies, and Prince Harry and his soon to be bride.  I can’t help but be interested in what’s going on in their life.

I still remember Princess Elizabeth’s wedding and the birth of Bonny Prince Charlie, and the pomp and circumstance of her coronation, as the Arch Bishop of Canterbury placed the crown upon her head.

Why is it that Americans are so intrigued with royalty?  We, who fought to escape the rule of King George III, now follow faithfully the escapades of the Royal House of Windsor.

Our little girls play at being princesses.  Our Newspapers and magazines are filled with royal stories.  We stand with faces pressed against the wrought iron fence surrounding Buckingham Palace just hoping to catch the appearance of some royal personage.

It has been said that, after his success with the Revolutionary War, George Washington, had he so desired, could have been “King of America.”  His supposed reply to that idea was, “I didn’t fight George the III to become George I.

Still, we are possessed with this inordinate interest in the royals.  I have tried to understand the reason.  Though I know, at the core, a royal is just another person like I am.  He suffers the same sin and sorrow that I suffer.  Yet, he seems so far above the maddening crowd—untouchable by the dinginess and tawdriness of this life.

I don’t think it is the riches or the adulation we are longing for.  Perhaps our preoccupation with royalty is an innate desire for something more—something better—a higher sphere of life.  This world has become a base, ugly place.  Lurking in every corner is hatred and strife, disappointment and danger.  Factions are constantly gnawing away at each other attempting to destroy our equilibrium.

We long to escape the vexation of this world.

Remember Queen Esther?  She was an orphaned Jewess, a captive in ancient Persia, exiled from her homeland.   When King Ahasuerus looked for a new wife, as unlikely as it seemed, he chose Esther.

Esther 2:16-17 tells us, “So Esther was taken…into his royal palace…The king loved Esther more than all the other women…so he set the royal crown upon her head and made her queen…”

Somehow I identify with Esther more easily than with Queen Elizabeth or Kate, for I was also an orphan estranged from God.

According to Romans 8:15-17, I have “…received the Spirit of adoption…The Spirit bears witness…that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ…”

I have been adopted into the family of God.  He is my Father.  I am his heir—recipient of His love—His goodness—His bounty, and all the glories of heaven.  Furthermore, I am joint heir with His Son, Jesus Christ.  Jesus, King of Kings and Lord of Lords, is my big brother.  That makes me a princess royal.  Kate has nothing on me!

James 2:5 tells us “…Has God not chosen the poor of this world to be rich in faith and heirs of the kingdom which He promised to those who love Him?”

I AM HEIR TO THE KINGDOM!

 

REMEMBER, THE SUN WILL COME OUT TOMORROW!