Ambrose Uga sat, with his head to one side resting on the four folded fingers of his right hand, in the departure wing of the Jamale airport. Jamale is a rather hot albeit small town in the heart of Africa. The constant buzzing sound of the air-conditioning only served to infuriate him further, it seemed to major on noise and minor on cool air.
Sitting on the un-padded bench provided for customers Ambrose regularly sighed as he thought of the punishment he would have the pleasure of meting out to his assistant for making him late and causing him to miss his flight. Never mind that his assistant had knocked frantically on the door of his two star hotel for about five minutes before he finally decided to get out of bed. Thereafter he took his time in having a wash and ate his breakfast leisurely even as his assistant constantly glanced at his watch. Finally, Kendu, as the assistant was called tiptoed up to his boss to tell him that if they didn’t get a move on they would miss their flight. But Ambrose liked to do what Ambrose wanted to do, and by the time they arrived at the hastily put together bricks and mortar that Jamale airport was they saw the plane taxiing off into the sunny mid-morning skyline.
Ambrose had immediately rained a torrent of obscenities at his assistant and sent him off to the booking desks to secure them a seat on the next flight while he went to sit on one of the far from comfortable seats in a corner of the area demarcated as the departure lounge.
After fixating on his watch for five minutes and unable to stop it even for a split second he reluctantly concluded that time doesn’t actually wait for Ambrose and if he was not careful he would miss his very important four o’clock meeting. With this realisation he jumped to his feet, used his eyes to scout for the direction of the ticket desk and headed off towards it.
He took large determined steps even as a rage began to well up on the inside of him. Kendu his assistant began to walk towards him from the ticket desk. Once Kendu was within earshot Ambrose shouted to enquire if the tickets had been bought. Kendu shook his head and started to explain that he had been told all the flights were fully booked and the booking office would only be able to determine if there was space once the flights began to board.
Ambrose stormed past Kendu almost toppling him over in the process. As he approached the ticketing desk he began to shout “do you know who I am? Have you any idea at all who I am?” Stopping in-front of the first ticketing officer his voice went up a notch as he declared “it seems you guys don’t have a clue who I am… “
The ticketing officers seemed to unanimously think in their minds, “You’re right about that mister”.
As far as they were concerned who he was was immaterial, seats on their aircraft were not based on how much of a ‘big’ man you were or were not. They were based on availability at the time of booking.
Unsurprisingly the Father God just like those ticketing officers does not ‘receive face’, i.e. He is impartial and He is not impressed with the positions that men hold. Galatians 2 verse 6 tells us as much:
“Moreover, [no new requirements were made] by those who were reputed to be something—though what was their individual position and whether they really were of importance or not makes no difference to me; God is not impressed with the positions that men hold and He is not partial and recognizes no external distinctions…”
The Father God is interested in our hearts, what is inside of us and whether we are right with Him. At the end of the day that is the determining factor, what God thinks. The anointing of David as King of Israel illustrates this point very well. Seven of David’s brothers appeared before Samuel and they all looked the part of a future king but God who looks at the heart had other things in mind. God chose David a ruddy little shepherd boy whom the family didn’t even bother to invite to come in for dinner (1Samuel 16:1-13).
Today the world may think you are a genius comparable only to Einstein or they make think you are nothing to write home about and whatever you say is neither here nor there. The Lord however is not interested in what the world thinks, He is looking at your heart and my heart, your thoughts and my thoughts, your actions and my actions and He is rooting for us to be more Christ-like.
You are important to God
The World may or may not think you are important
What is seriously important however is what God thinks about you!!!
Think about it. Till next time LolaA