One of my favorite Bible teachers is Alan Vincent. He was a very successful businessman for Kodak in Great Britain who accepted the Lord as Savior as an adult. From the moment of his conversion, he devoured the Word of God and was a gifted expositor of the Word. He went to India in missionary service and, now, in his “retirement” has become a patriarch to the next generation of expositors. One day he shared this story:
As a business executive in Great Britain, I once had to have an audience with the king in order to move forward in a business venture. Now, when one has an audience with the king of England, he/she best be on time. You have 30 minutes to make your case. Once those 30 minutes are past, they are gone. This day I arrived right on time. I had said my speech over and over until I had gotten every detail down in under 30 minutes. I had my authorization paper in my hand and I was admitted to the palace. Right at the appointed time I was called to present myself to the king. I had no sooner begun my speech when a little boy rushed into the chambers wailing, “Daddy, can you fix my truck! Pleeeeease, Daddy!”
Immediately the king picked up the boy and the damaged truck and he began to fix the truck as he soothed the boy. I couldn’t help it, but I was watching the clock. As the king fixed his son’s truck, my minutes ticked away. Finally, the king sent the boy and his repaired truck on their way. I looked at the clock. I had but minutes. I quickly said what I could say in the time remaining and was ushered out. As you can imagine, I was more than a little annoyed, but walking away from the palace a revelation came to me.
Here was a boy who could disrupt the business dealings of two powerful adult men. Here was a boy who could cry in the official chambers of a government office and receive the attention of one of the most powerful men in the country. Why was this? How could this be? HE WAS A CHILD OF THE KING! I rolled this around and around in my mind. He didn’t have to do anything to get an audience with the king. He had it, by virtue of the fact, he was His child. I, too, was a child of the king. In fact, I was a child of the King of Kings and I had privileges because of it. I could talk to my Father anytime and I could come boldly onto the throne of grace. I had been given authorization papers at the cross. I had the privileges of a royal bloodline. I could go anywhere. Ask Him for anything. I was the apple of His eye. I never had to feel second rate to anyone. When I fully wrapped my mind around that, I was never the same again.
Today it is Walk with Him Wednesday. I think I’ll walk like a child of the King,
Colossians 1:12 “He has qualified you to share in the inheritance with His holy people in the Kingdom of Light.”