Whether we find ourselves in high cotton or genteel poverty these familial webs weave within us a sense of place and belonging.
This purpose was not lost on my mother, Marjorie M. Rutledge. She had two life-long passions: Genealogy and Bible Study. As an unexpected byproduct of these years of painstaking family research, she simultaneously instilled within all her children a love of history.
She interjected a personal connection into any boring, school history lesson or historically- based movie or book transforming it into a a technicolor real-life drama featuring someone to whom we were genetically linked.
Not all our people signed important documents or led legions off to the Crusades. However, according to Mom, they were all fine upstanding, God-fearing patriotic folks. ( Slave-owners notwithstanding…don’t get me started!)
There didn’t seem to be a slouch, meanie, dog-kicker or horse thief hanging from any branch of our family tree. All this to say that she was very proud of that heritage.
My younger brother, Daniel, recently reminded me that as a teen, anytime I left on a date or to meet with friends, Mom’s parting words to me were ” Sally, remember who you are!”
As proud as she was of those aforementioned characters in the family tree, this is not what she was talking about. In “secret-mom-code” she was conveying instead, that I was a child of The King. With that simple phrase, she was telling me that even as a 16- year-old girl. I was a Royal Ambassador for Christ as I stepped out from her safe haven into the wicked new world.
It was an important message. She was a great mom.
While I may not have always been a perfect little Princess, this lesson on Identity and Royal Authority stuck with me. When I became a Believer in Jesus, in addition to getting the eternal “Heaven Ticket” punched, I also received a ” Diplomatic Passport”. I am an unlikely inheritor of His Kingdom authority. The authority- by His Name- to set people free from torment and disease. I am authorized to use His Light, His power, to destroy the works of darkness.
This Royal Passport authorizes little ol’ me to bring Heaven and all of it’s resources down to earth in order to meet very real and immediate needs, wherever I find them. Amazing Love!
This is my premier familial connection, my Royal Identity. It is a passport to be used wherever and whenever He calls. I serve at the pleasure of my King.
Do you know who you are? Who are your people?