Several years ago, I joined a neighborhood watch. There were no security problems on the quiet, cobblestone street in our Andes Mountain town, but I thought this would be a good way meet the neighbors. An earnest young policeman shared safety tips at our weekly meetings, and once we had completed the requisite number of classes, Officer Mendoza presented each of us with an official police vest. Over the course of the next year, armed with whistles, homemade nightsticks, and those oh-so-official vests, our team of friends patrolled the neighborhood each weekend night.
A few years after the group disbanded due to a lack of crime in our neighborhood, my husband came home and threw his keys on the table in disgust. A policeman had stopped him for a minor infraction, and rather than writing a ticket, the officer impounded the truck. Without realizing this was a bald-faced grasp at forcing my husband to pay a bribe, I bristled at what I saw as a total abuse of authority on the part of the police. Remembering my short stint in the neighborhood watch, I dug the official police vest out of the back of my closet and marched down to the police station to plead our cause.
That vest, and the fact that it represented my time as a volunteer on our city’s police force, gave me the confidence to request that the officers issue a simple citation and return our truck. They did!
As I think about the boldness that came from putting on the police vest, about how it opened doors for me that usually remain firmly shut for “undressed” civilians, I’m reminded of another article of clothing that opens doors and inspires confidence. Of something that’s so much better than the police vest: The Breastplate of Righteousness.
Like my police vest, my Breastplate was given to me by someone in a position of authority. He bought it with his own blood, sweat, and tears, but when I put it on, it looks brilliant and new, like it was designed just for me. My Breastplate of Righteousness gives me the unearned right to open heaven’s door and walk with confidence right up to the very throne of God!
Think of a time when you had to “put on” confidence like a vest in order to do something difficult or uncomfortable in your daily life overseas, or in your place of ministry? What was the thing that you “put on,” and how did it give you confidence? How can visualizing the Breastplate of Righteousness in the same way give you confidence to boldly go before God’s throne of grace?