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Say That Again

“My chair is my throne from which I rule the world.”—Laura Cross, Halloween, 2017

“...and you shall be to me a kingdom of priests and a holy nation.” (Ex. 19:6, RSV)

“But God, who is rich in mercy...made us alive together with Christ...and made us sit with him in the heavenly places...” (Ephesians 2:4-6)

“Do you not know that we are to judge angels?” (1 Cor. 6:3)

Yes, my teacher, I am listening. In context, Laura was humorously dressed as Cleopatra for Halloween.

The word for true things in theology that also point to something else is called typology. The exodus from Egypt happened. It is also true that this liberation is a sign or type of the full liberation offered to everyone in Jesus. The Bible is littered with typology. Here’s the eleventy billion dollar question: What if our lives are littered with the same typology, signs of hope for a future with God, and we just miss it?

Do you see a wheelchair, struggle, difference, and defect when you look at me (or Laura)? Why don’t you see a throne? Might you be able to replace a “wheelchair” in your own life with a throne? We don’t have to pretend that our bondage is any less real than that of Israel in Egypt. Even so, don’t miss the signs. We’re all meant for something immeasurably greater, in God’s life, power, and kingdom.

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