A Purpose for Identity
I’ve never really cared for princesses. I didn’t spend my childhood dressing up as Cinderella. In fact, I never even watched the movie. As I got older, I noticed boys would often refer to girls as princesses. I found it all pretty weird, and it was a title that I never desired to have.
While I was in Kenya, I met a guy named Jeremy. He was a 25 year old who was co-running an orphanage. We became friends. Before I left Africa, Jeremy wrote a letter to me…In the opening paragraph, he says this: “You are a freaking warrior princess for God.”
It may have been the preceding “warrior” or the pre-preceding “freaking”, but at any rate, I was oddly okay with Jeremy calling me a princess. It was perhaps the first time that the thought of being called a princess didn’t make me want to vomit my entire lunch. Since then, Jeremy has continued to be a wonderful friend and frequently texts me or calls me to check up and see how I’m doing. It seems that all of our conversations include him reminding me of my identity; that I’m royalty, that I’m a daughter of the Most High King, that I’m a princess.
I’ve begun to really let these titles resonate within me. It’s starting to change the way I think about myself and everyone else around me. Not only do I keep my cookies down when I am called “princess”, but I have actually started to enjoy it. While I could expand upon all of that quite a bit further, it’s not the point of this post…
All the talk of “royalty” has had me thinking. Are we to identify ourselves as royalty just to puff ourselves up? To make us feel better? To give us lots of good adjectives to encourage our friends with? If that’s all it was about, my gag reflexes were about to kick back in…I don’t need, nor do I want, an extra bottle of sprinkles to sugar coat my world in.
1 Peter 2:9 started to give me some clarity. It says:
"You are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for His own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light”
Did you catch that? In case you were a little iffy on whether or not it was Biblical to call ourselves royalty, there’s your proof. It says right there that we are a royal priesthood. But look closer. This verse gives us even more insight into our identity in Christ…
“You are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for His own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light.”
Did you see it that time? No? Let me break it down one more time.
"You are…a royal priesthood…that you may…"
I’m a royal priesthood for a PURPOSE. And what is my purpose? To proclaim the excellencies of God. My sweet title of princess isn’t just so I can feel warm and fuzzy inside; it’s more than that! It’s so that I can make much of my Savior.
According to 1 Peter 2:9 alone, Westminster had it right when it declared that the chief end of man was to glorify God.
I am a princess. I am royalty. I am a daughter of the Most High King. That is my name, my title, my identity, and my job description. May I carry out my duties with diligence. May everyone I meet hear me proclaim the excellencies of Him who called me out of darkness, and into His marvelous light.