This is our table. Nothing special about it. It’s covered in sticky stuff and has creaky legs. But the God of this universe meets us here. He has set a place for us at this table. Each day He brings us together to gather around it and adds to our little family every night. 3 continents, 3 countries, 3 languages, and all of our brokenness. He fills our cups and we feast on His goodness (and cinnamon rolls). Hes humbling us. Hes strengthening us. Hes drawing us closer. At His table we will never walk away unsatisfied, but completed in the Father.
“We were hungry, we were thirsty
With nothing left to give
Oh the shape that we were in
Just when all hope seemed lost
Love opened the door for us
He said come to the table
Come join the sinners who have been redeemed
Take your place beside the Savior
Sit down and be set free
Come meet this motley crew of misfits
These liars and these thiefs
There’s no one unwelcome here
So that sin and shame that you brought with you
You can leave it at the door
Let mercy draw you near
Come to the table”
We invite you to our table, just sit down and rest a while……..
