“And whatever you do or say, do it as a representative of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through him to God the Father.”
It’s a bit of a foreign concept. (Pardon the pun.)
For most of us, the closest we get to ambassadors is an assassination plot in a movie. Our first-hand knowledge is a little – well, fuzzy.
We may have a vague idea that an ambassador is someone rather important who lives in a foreign country and hosts dinner parties and peace talks with foreign governments. We probably understand the value of being a representative of your government in another country not only to promote strong business relationships, but to be a strong presence for nationals currently living there.
But we don’t think about it that much.
Which is why I forgot I’m an ambassador when I woke up this morning.
Even though I’m very well-paid (have I mentioned that my pension plan is out of this world?), have unlimited access to bountiful resources, and can enter the Inner Sanctum whenever I want through prayer.
I forget a lot.
I forget that I am here for a reason. I forget that I have a heavenly assignment, right where I am. I forget that my words, my actions, my conduct are vital in representing my King in every situation.
I forget how much is at stake.
I forget that I am to bring tidings of the love and grace and kind character of my King to others who are not yet in His kingdom.
I forget that even the small things – sweeping the floor, cleaning a toilet, wiping a drippy nose, marking a Spelling test – can be done as a Kingdom Ambassador, if done with thanksgiving.
You, Ambassador. Representative on earth in the temporary absence of the King of all nations.
How will your representation look today?
Be mindful of the perks and responsibilities of this amazing job with me?
Father, I forget. Remind me that what I do has kingdom value. Remind me that faithful service will be richly rewarded. Remind me that my role here is to accurately represent who You are to those around me, and bless me as I seek to do just that. Amen.