Jesus has called us to His table…His very own table, a banquet of food and provision like none we’ve ever known. Some of His children do not believe Jesus has called them or that they are deserving of His blessing. They are like dogs begging under the table or completely lifeless. I WAS this dog.
When Jesus gives you freedom, true freedom it’s not easy. At first Him scooping you in His arms, looking you squarely in the eye, and lifting you from the deep pit under the table takes your breath away. Come my child, He says…simply come and eat with me. For the first time there’s no anxiousness about where you will sit at the table, which table defines you, or who you might sit by because ALL ARE WELCOME. When EVERYONE is welcome at the table there’s no “me first’s” or fear that there won’t be enough food. ENOUGH isn’t even an after-thought because the Master’s table has no limits.
Today we went to a lovely church and a pastor spoke truth to many of us. The service was definitely for me. What I pictured for a future ministry was this table as far as you could see and under the deepest darkest depths of the table were children beyond number. There were children of every color and ability. Most all the children were in tattered rags and as filthy as you can get. They were terrified of being under the table but also fearful of what NOT being under the table might look like too. Some children came willingly and others squirmed…but one by one God gave me another child to pluck from the underneath the table…and each child had his or her own chair or spot where they would fit at the Master’s Table.
And at the table something magical happened…each one was transformed before my eyes. All the children wore crowns and sheepish grins of delight. Sitting at the Master’s Table…just sitting with Him…what Joy in His presence….what laughter…what FAMILY. Amen Lord Jesus let it be!
