But you are not like that, for you are a chosen people. You are royal priests, a holy nation, God’s very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light. – 1 Peter 2:9
Can I confess something? I have a guilty pleasure show. It’s Millionaire Matchmaker, all about the business of finding true love, run by Patti Stanger, matchmaker to the uber wealthy. Ever watched it?
Anyway, I like Patti because she speaks her mind. She tells people what to do to find love and usually gets them on the right path to finding it, if not bringing the person directly into their path. Sometimes she can be a little too straightforward, even crass. I have turned it off when it got too crude. But Patti doesn’t dance around the issues.
Like with Prince Ferdinand. See the above picture.
“My name is Prince Maximilian Ferdinand Von Anhault,” he said in his intro spot. “I am a prince of Germany.”
An attorney by trade, Prince Ferdinand often sported his bright green sash and medals, even on dates. He also liked pink. A lot.
“You need to butch up,” she said to him. “You’re in America now. No girl wants to date someone they think is gay.” She told him to get rid of his pink pants. No pink! She gave him a new identity as Max from New Jersey. Never mind that he still had his distinctive German accent and no one paying attention would mistake a European for a New Jersey tough. Good thing the girl he picked didn’t question Max too closely.
Prince Ferdinand, as he called himself, drove sporty, expensive cars. Did I mention Zsa Zsa Gabor was his stepmom? He had a private yacht with a personal chef. He wore designer clothes (some of them pink). He employed a manager. Ferdinand, by all accounting, oozed royalty.
I’ve struggled with what royal means in today’s world. Is it all about the bling and the privilege? I think there must be more. When I think of royal lived out by today’s terms I think of Queen Elizabeth. Proper behavior and following protocol define her existence, right? Do this, not that. Keep to the life script handed down to you at birth.
But it’s more than that. If you’re royal, you’re called to rise above. You set the example for your kingdom, whether you rule it anymore or not. You’re the gold standard. You have honor. Your contemporaries are the ruling class of other nations. You hobnob with dukes and duchesses, diplomats and dignitaries. You have impeccable manners. You dress in an age-appropriate but modest style. Your influence – good or bad – can move millions. People look up to you.
The point is that to whom much is given, much is expected (Luke 12:48). People of royal descent, whether adopted or born into the system, have a lot to live up to. They have an obligation. They don’t need to behave perfectly. Yet they must use their power and prestige with discretion.
And so must we, as believers. We’re God’s children, a holy nation of the redeemed. We have an obligation to be the best versions of ourselves we can be. We’ve been given the best gift of all: Jesus Christ and His sacrifice. All the talents, gifts and abilities put within our grasp make us people of influence. May we use them wisely, sans sashes and pink pants.