A Tale of the Misguided Ambassador

            It’s 2:30 PM in the private Camp David office of the U.S. president.

            “Well, Mr. Ambassador, I’m glad you could come to our monumental summit.  What was it you wanted to see me about in private?  It must be pretty urgent.”

            “Oh, most assuredly, it is,” replied the ambassador.  “It’s providential that I’m able to be here.  I have the answer to the problem of world peace.”  He grins as the president raises his eyebrows.  He calmly pulls a document from his leather briefcase and slides it across the president’s desk.  “All you and the world’s other national leaders  must do is sign this binding agreement, which states you pledge complete allegiance to the king of Covenantland.  Then, make proclamations mandating that your country’s citizens do the same, and all will be well.  It’s simply the Covenantland Way.”

            The president’s jaw drops.  “That’s outrageous!  Just who do you think you are?”  He wrings his hands and reddens with anger.  “You’re nothing more than the representative of a small, little-known country from the mountains of eastern some-place-or-other, and you think you can pull a con job like this on me?”

            “Mr. President,” the ambassador begins with a laugh.  “You don’t understand.  I’m no mere representative.  Rather, I’m the embodiment of Covenantland itself.  I’m in the U.S., but I’m of Covenantland.  In fact, that’s true of every citizen of Covenantland, wherever we may be.  You have Covenantland within your midst right now, Mr. President.  You see, my great king’s kingdom is not like the rest of the world’s nations.”

            “I’ll say it’s not.  What kind of a tin pot dictatorship have you got there anyway?”

            “Please, sir,” smiles the ambassador.  “Hear me out.  I’m on a mission like no other.  We’re raising a mighty, benevolent army for our king to fight the forces of evil, wherever they may be.  We’re on the winning side and can do no wrong.  The world will one day be beholden to Covenantland and our glorious king!”  He absentmindedly fingers a gold medallion on a shiny gold chain around his neck.

            “You’re out of your head!  I know a little about your king, and I’m not convinced he operates in such a manner.  Take your fancy briefcase with its bogus agreements and that gaudy medallion and get out of here,” he demands as he stands.  “Jenkins!”

            “This medallion, sir, is evidence that I’m a prosperous citizen in good standing with my king.”  The ambassador stands, smoothing out wrinkles in his expensive suit as Secret Service Agent Jenkins hustles in to escort him swiftly out the door.

****  Definition of an ambassador:  A diplomatic official of the highest rank appointed and accredited as representative in residence by one government or sovereign to another, usually for a specific length of time.

2 Cor. 5:17-21—“Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new. And all things are of God, who hath reconciled us to himself by Jesus Christ, and hath given to us the ministry of reconciliation; To wit, that God was in Christ, reconciling the world unto himself, not imputing their trespasses unto them; and hath committed unto us the word of reconciliation. Now then we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God did beseech you by us: we pray you in Christ’s stead, be ye reconciled to God. For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.”

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