Every parent knows what I mean here - you're in a store with your child, and that wonderful little bundle of joy starts screaming and hollering. What does the parent do? Do we become happy that our beautiful child has such wonderful lungs? No. Not at all. We become embarassed and dismayed.
Or how about when our youngster reaches the age of being able to go and do all by himself, and the store manager calls because our little darling wanted that candy bar, but didn't want to pay for it? Are we delighted that she was so inventive as to just stick it in her pocket? No. Again, we become embarassed and dismayed.
Why is this? Because that child represents us. The way we've raised him. The things we've taught her. In a way, that child is us. When a child does something wrong, it puts a blemish on our names, because we are the upbringers.
So it is with God's children. We represent Him. When we call Him Lord, we acknowledge His Mastery over our lives.
And yet, how often do we think of this when traffic is piled up and we become impatient? How often do we remember His words when we just have to tell the latest and greatest on Joe Blow? Is His calling the first thing we think of when we hit our thumb with the hammer?
Usually not. And yet, we are His representatives. Everything we say and do reflects His presence in our lives.
We are ambassadors for the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. So, put on your royal robes, and remember that we live each day and every moment under His grace.