The eyes and ears of the world will wait with baited breath to find out if it’s a boy or a girl. Paparazzi will suspend themselves from blimps, strap their bodies to double decker busses, and swim through hospital sewer lines in hopes of getting the first picture of the child. Fashion designers will elbow there way to the front of the line hoping the baby will be wearing their diapers, hats, or burp rags. Editors of baby name books will pause with hands on key boards waiting to type in what is soon to be the most popular name in the world to their latest edition.
It’s become clear that anything having to do with royalty whether it be a budding relationship, a Vegas booze party, an epic wedding, or the birth of child is big time news. In our longing and pursuit of the Disney sponsored “happily ever after” life we see the royal family as closes thing to that reality. After all I’m sure all of them sing in perfect three part harmony, have birds land on their window sills to bring them tea and scones, and have an advanced digestive system that lets them not fart or burp.
Yet what we lose sight of in this fairytale haze is that even if you are Beyonce, Angelina Jolie, or the Duchess of Cambridge life is still hard and having a baby still hurts just the same.
Yes, the Duchess most likely won’t have to share a birthing room with a couple from the backwoods of Kentucky who, instead of using anesthesia, prefer to bite on a stick, sip moonshine, and sing the theme song to the Dukes of Hazard. Yes, she probably will have more doctors around her than a Med School graduation party. And yes, the doctor may lift the child up like Simba from The Lion King into a perfectly choreographed spot light, but to get to that moment there will be pain.
When they get home, they may be in a palace, but the baby will still cry, poop, pee, and most likely need braces when it gets older. Hormones will have to regulate and Prince E will want to pull out what’s left of his soon to be combover.
My wife and I can relate to the Royal Family.
Now, I completely understand that I’m a dude and have no idea what you ladies go through, but I can see it is no walk in the park. When my wife had our 2 children there was no chance I was going to hold her hand through it because if I did I would be a double amputee from the wrist down. The amount torque and grip pressure she exerted on that bed was enough for me to say “No thanks Jack”. Thankfully she made it through and we have two beautiful babies as a result, but the process was equal to that of anyone else.
We are created equal in God’s eyes and we all come into this world in an equally painful manner whether it be to rags or riches. The gift of life still comes at a price and the painful price was as a result of our first parents sin. In Genesis we read:
“To the woman he said,
“I will make your pains in childbearing very severe;
with painful labor you will give birth to children.”
Why does all this matter?
It matters because not only is there equal pain that is found in child birth there is equal pain found in our sin. Sin does not need a credit score requirement or blood line verification for it effect our life. It is an equal opportunity destroyer.
“for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,”
– Romans 3:23a
We all are in jeopardy of the loss of our soul. The loss of our relationship with God. The loss of our eternity. Royalty or not, our sin has equally separated us from the holy God, but thankfully there is a great Equalizer for our sin too.
“and all are justified freely by his grace through the
redemption that came by Christ Jesus.”
– Romans 3:23b
The pain of this life can be eased and made whole again through Jesus. His life, death, burial, and resurrection are what give us the hope of an eternity we don’t deserve, but that He gives us freely. Our rebirth back into His family is pain free because Jesus endured our deserved agony on the cross.
So you and I may not have come into this world with a TV crew on the front lawn and a silver spoon in our hand, but through Jesus we can enter our next life with all the pomp and circumstance we can imagine as the King of Kings welcomes us home.
Free of pain and full of joy.