Our spiritual privileges are of the highest order. God seats us "among princes"—in the place of select society. "Truly our fellowship is with the Father, and with his Son Jesus Christ." Speak of select society, there is none like this! "We are a chosen generation, a peculiar people, a royal priesthood." We have come to "the general assembly and church of the firstborn, whose names are written in heaven."
The saints have courtly audience. Princes have admittance to royalty while common people must stand afar off. The child of God? We have free access to the inner courts of heaven itself! "Through him we both have access by one Spirit to the Father." "Let us come boldly," says the apostle, "to the throne of grace." Boldly! Not cowering, not crawling, but striding in like we belong there. Because we do.
Among princes there is abundant wealth, but what is the abundance of princes compared with the riches of believers? "All things are yours, and you are Christ's, and Christ is God's." Listen to the logic of heaven: "He who did not spare his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?" Everything the Father has given to the Son, the Son shares with us. Everything!
Princes have peculiar power. A prince of heaven's empire has great influence—he wields a scepter in his own domain; he sits upon Jesus' throne, for "He has made us kings and priests to God, and we shall reign forever and ever." We reign over the united kingdom of time and eternity. Not someday. Not eventually. Now.
Princes, again, have special honor. We may look down upon all earth-born dignity from the eminence upon which grace has placed us. For what is human grandeur to this: "He has raised us up together and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus"? We share the honor of Christ, and compared with this, earthly splendors are not worth a thought.
Communion with Jesus is a richer gem than ever glittered in imperial crown. Union with the Lord is a coronet of beauty outshining all the blaze of imperial pomp.
Closing Prayer
Next time you feel insignificant or overlooked, remember your true position. You have a seat in the throne room of the universe. Walk like it. Pray like it. Live like it.