n
ambassador? Me? Way cool. As soon as I
finish writing this, I will have to call my
mother and let her know that her son finally
amounted to something. But there is so much
I do not know about this job. Who appointed
me? Why would Our Savior want or need me as
one of His
representatives? After all, I am not
well-connected, I’m not a fat cat and I have
no experience in government or any of the
other things that might qualify one as a
ambassador for, say, the United States.
Although no
one has e-mailed me a job description, I’m
quite sure being Christ’s ambassador is a
tad different from the U.S. version. For me,
there will be no cushy office in Europe, no
hobnobbing with world leaders, no reports to
the president.
There will
be long days, living life in the trenches,
trying to help others here in Grand Rapids
and wherever summoned, trying to live His
way, trying somehow to reflect a glimmer of
the ultimate and infinite goodness and
holiness of the Lord and Savior of the
universe.
At least
the work need not be lonely. I understand
you are one of Christ’s ambassadors, too.
It’s a responsibility borne by all the
members of Christ’s body at Bethlehem
Lutheran Church, St. Mark’s Episcopal
Church, the Catholic Information Center and
around the world.
Apparently,
we are needed. There is a similar need for
our governmental counterparts.
“Unless
everyone in the world starts loving each
other,” the Austrian ambassador to the
United States told The Washington Diplomat,
“I think there are always going to be
ambassadors.”
Lord,
please help me to spread your love and your
ways, always.