“I can’t believe you’re driving Dad’s truck!” my little brother said. “I know it,” I said, smugly, like I’d been driving my whole life instead of only six months.
The first time my dad entrusted me with his brand new truck for my first solo drive, I took my younger brother and sister for a ride to see friends in our old neighborhood. It was a surreal experience. My brother and sister looked at me in a whole new light. I was sixteen and, for the first time ever, they finally treated me like I was somebody.
There is something to be said about being entrusted with something valuable. It says something about you and about the person who entrusted you with something. There’s a level of trust that is the result of relationship, and there’s also a level of risk for the owner of the something being entrusted. My father took a huge risk entrusting his new truck to me. All I was risking was my non-existent reputation as a sixteen-year-old driver. I had no track record. All I had was status as my father’s son. That’s what gave me access to a truck I could never dream of owning all on my own.
God has done something similar with us. Because of His relationship with us, He entrusts us with goods and responsibilities we could never acquire on our own. He has bankrolled us so that we can be His mediators. That’s how the word priest functions in God’s economy. We represent God to man and man to God. And we are to bring God’s Word, requirements, and plan of redemption to men.
He hasn’t saved us to be good and moral (although we need to be). He’s saved us to be His people, and to bring as many people as we possibly can to heaven with us. He has also made us holy, not to separate us from the others, but to teach others how to be holy (separated) to God.