Royalty

Royalty

Psalm 36:5 “Your love, O LORD, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies” (NIV).

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Cabin Time

 

If you were real life royalty, what would you want your life to be like?

 

What kind of expectations do you think royalty members have on themselves?  What do you think their royal heads expect of them?

 

1 Peter 2:9 says, “But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.”

 

If you have placed your life in Jesus’ hands, this verse is speaking to you.  You are God’s chosen!  How can you change your actions to reflect this royal membership?

 

 

 

Going Deeper

 

Today’s lesson is simply a story.  Sit back, have someone read it, and take it in.  There will be a few questions at the end.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a King who ruled over the land.  His reign stretched far and wide, as far as the eye could see, even over mountains and through valleys.  There were many villages in these different parts of the land, and the King reigned over them all.

The King loved his people.  He longed for the people of the villages to love and know and respect him, and in return for their love the King would adopt that person into His own family.  The new son or daughter would be given new papers, documentation, and even a new name.  He or she would be given full access to the King’s palace and all that it had to offer–golden goblets, royal robes, even servants to help!  The new son or daughter could even take these treasures back to the land he came from.

Out in the land, there was a girl living in Poverty and another girl in Poorville.  News had spread about the king–that he was good, and that His only blood-son had made sacrifices—even his own life!—and every girl longed to be called a daughter of the King.  The girl in Poverty decided she wanted to be adopted–as did the girl in Poorville–and without knowing each other they each signed up for a new life.  Adoption papers arrived at the two locations immediately!

“This child is a daughter of the King.  She has access to all of his treasures, his palace, and his love.  No man or spirit has authority over her except the King.  The King guarantees protection over this child.  He also asks that she start to learn his laws so that she may learn how to live as a King’s daughter.  All rights reserved.”

Treasures!  Palace!  Love!

The girl in Poverty grabbed her papers and took off for the palace, leaving everything behind.  Meanwhile, the peasant girl in Poorville happily stowed her papers in her coat pocket, and returned to tilling the land.  She smiled to herself, wondering if the King would send treasures in the same way he sent the adoption papers.  She hoped he would send rain and seed.

Several months later, the girl in Poorville sat frustrated on the dry ground.  Why hadn’t anything grown?  Where was the harvest?  She was hungry and tired.  Her feet and hands had cracked, and had even started to bleed.  The girl fumbled through her pockets, hoping for a long-forgotten piece of bread, but instead she found a long-forgotten piece of paper, “This child is a daughter of the King…” it read.

The girl sighed.  What difference did it make?  She was still living in Poorville, and she was still hungry and tired.  Nothing seemed different.  Different name?  Yes.  But what did that matter when she did not have food or water, or others to look out for her?  She had nothing and no one.  She was lonely and broke.  Even with her new name and royal papers, she felt hopeless.

Out of answers, the girl wandered into the village square and through to the next town over, called Poverty.  She had not visited there in many months.  She had been so busy tilling her own land that she did not have time to notice that Poverty had suddenly flourished—it was green!  And lush!  She quickly started asking questions.

“How did this happen?  Whose land is it?  Did it rain here?  And where did you get the seed?”  The first peasant girl, having recently returned from the King’s palace, came up and said, “It is my land, the King gave it to me.  He also gave me seed and water.  I am his daughter.”

The girl from Poorville stood there, confused and angry.  “I am a daughter of the King, but he did not give me any land.  How was I supposed to know he was giving out land?  And seed!  And water!” She shouted angrily.

The first girl replied calmly, “He said to come to Him, so I went.”

The girl from Poorville scanned her papers.  “Where does it say that?  I do not see that.  He never said that.  Why did he keep that from me?”

The first girl pointed to the papers.  “…start to learn His laws…”

“But I do not know his laws!  His laws are in his palace, how am I supposed to learn them from here?”

“Exactly,” replied the first girl.  “He wants you to go to Him first.  Everything you need is there.  You can walk right into the palace!”

“But I am just a peasant girl.”

“No, you are a daughter of the King!” (John 1:12)

“But I am worthless.”

“No, you are chosen!” (John 15:16)

“But I cannot plant a garden like this.”

“You can do all things he asks you to do” (Phil 4:13)

“But how do I know what to do?”

“Seek him first” (Matthew 6:33)

“Then what?”

“Obey what he says” (1 Samuel 15:22)

“And he will help me?”

“Of course!” (Matthew 6:33)

The girl from Poorville took off running for the palace.  When she arrived, the King was waiting for her with a crown in his hands, her new name engraved in gold and adorned with jewels fit for a princess.

“My daughter, I’ve been waiting for you…”

 

Which girl can you relate to?

 

Read and reflect on 1 Peter 2:9-12.  What changes can you make in your life today?