He was a military doctor and in his usual straightforward no-nonsense way, he said, “Well. Why shouldn’t they? You are royalty.”
I looked at him wondering what he meant. Nobody ever called me royalty.
Then he added, “You’re a child of the King. King Jesus.”
I know he is a believer. But I was still surprised by what he said. He had never said anything like that before.
His response made me think of Romans 8:17. “Now we are heirs-heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ,” the King of Kings, since God has adopted us as his sons and daughters. What a blessed
warm, personal relationship, for everything Jesus owns, we own. And you also, dear Christian, are a member of this family.
The Holy Spirit wrapped that gracious, almost unbelievable truth, around my heart one early morning, a few years ago, while leaning on a balcony rail overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. The sun splashed reds and yellows across the water and God reminded me of that adoption.
I bequeath to you
every sunrise I’ve painted,
Yes, doctor, we are both royalty.