Reflection: Your words are my words

God’s been especially choosing and commissioning people from way back. Wa-ay back. People to be maybe leaders or craftsman or choirmasters; god-fearing people; people maybe distinguished by boldness or maybe for their humility. Mothers, missionaries, messengers…you name it! People to be prophets, like Jeremiah, who, with a special authority, are not just messengers, but embody God’s words.

In the Old Testament God covenanted/set apart a whole people group to represent him in the world. Then, under a New Covenant, in Christ, he flung open to every tribe and tongue the commissioning of a holy people to be his priests. That’s our calling! Christ-like people going about our business representing him in the world.

I’ve just put together a book for my husband’s 70th birthday—‘Postcards of Mike’. (He finally gave up complaining about the process once he realized how rich it is to recollect.) I then offered to do the same for another friend. Her response was: Oh, don’t bother. My life has amounted to nothing.

Prayer:

Lord, inspire and energise us as we rehearse your purpose for our lives. Through Christ, you have called us out of darkness into your wonderful light! We, your chosen people, are a royal priesthood, a holy nation, your special possession (1 Peter 2:9). May we, designed and resourced for a lifetime of honouring you, live to declare your praise.