“… a dignitary has dignified intentions and stands up for dignity” (Isaiah 32:8, my translation).

A few weeks ago I met a friend of Audrey‘s who happens to be a boy. He was very polite and asked me if he should call me “Mr. Berkobien.” I told him that wasn’t necessary, he could simply call me “Reverend.”

I get to have that prefix in front of my name even when my life is less than worthy of reverence. Likewise, judges are called “Your Honor” even when they’re being dishonorable, royals are called “Your Majesty” even when they aren’t being majestic, and so on.

Down here on earth, people get special titles and special treatment. Many are elevated because of their position and power regardless of whether or not they are good. But in heaven, no one gets a title they haven’t earned… with the exception of one extra special title, that is.

I’m glad I serve a God who doesn’t coddle the egos of oppressive people. I’m also glad I serve a God who doesn’t condemn me based on my worst days, but wants to bring out the best in me. I may not be called “Reverend” in heaven, but I’ll settle for being called “Forgiven.”

Dear God, thank you for your perfect execution of both justice and mercy. Amen.