The King’s Kids

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(Possible site of Jesus’ childhood–Nazareth)

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

We know little of kingdoms in the United States.  We know much about presidents and senators.  We know little of pomp and circumstance.  We know much about politics and elections.  When Jesus told his weary, impoverished audience that “theirs was the kingdom of heaven,” he was making paupers into princes; turning the meager into majesty. This was a total change of thought.

The only kingdom they knew was Rome.  Rome oppressed.  Rome taxed.  Rome abused.

This kingdom would not oppress, but set free.  This kingdom would not tax, but relieve.  This kingdom would not abuse, but comfort.

How?

Little did Jesus’ audience know that the King was delivering his inaugural address.  Born in little known Bethlehem, raised a few miles north in Nazareth, Jesus did not wear the robes of a king.  He wore carpenter’s clothes.  Instead of a gavel, he swung a hammer.  Instead of a palace, he grew up in a cave.

Yet he declared in John 10:10, “The thief comes to steal, kill and destroy.  I have come that you might have life and have it more abundantly.”  Jesus came to give life.  Life now–that’s the present aspect of the kingdom.  Life then–that’s the future.

That’s his promise to you.  You can live as a king’s kid now–enjoy peace when the world is unraveling; joy when the news is bad; contentment when your wants aren’t satisfied.  As a child of God, you have Jesus as your mediator, praying for you even now.  The Holy Spirit intercedes for you with “groanings that cannot be understood.” (Romans 8)

You will one day live in the King’s house, eat the King’s food with the rest of the King’s kids.  That’s the future kingdom.

Blessed are the poor in spirit…for they are the king’s kids.