Come to the Table
The kitchen table in America was once a place where families gathered, and memories were made. Nowadays, the table serves as a mail collector, tablescape display, and piece of mere furniture. We use our table. In our home it is where our children school daily. It is the place where we read the Bible and pray. Our table is also the place that I get extreme joy in inviting people to come to. There is something about inviting people to come and sit with us at our table that just puts my heart on joy overload. Not because the meal is incredible, but because we get the opportunity to slow down and enjoy getting to know people. I love serving others. I am certain that hospitality is a gift that God doles out those who understand that all they have is meant to be used and shared for His glory, and that apart from Him your guests leave empty.
When our children or guests come to dinner do we tell them to go wash their hands before the meal? How presumptuous would it be to assume someone has dirty hands? No, instead we say "come to the table" and dinner is served.
Dirty hands or dirty feet? Which one bothers you more at the table? I laugh as I type because the body as a whole is dirty if you get right down to it.
Its almost the time of year that we celebrate Easter. I love the message that Easter gives. The story of redemption, rebirth, and a real opportunity to come after the one worthy of it all. I got an invite to His table one time. It was March 7, 2003. I was living a life of recklessness. I should be dead, if truth be known. I was caught up in drugs, drinking, and a lifestyle that followed suit. My family really has no clue how severe my problems were. But God did. God knew every Sunday when we pulled in to the church parking lot and I reaked of alcohol and cigarettes. I sat through service after service- never having a concern. I knew how church worked. I had played it's game along with the other faithful members for far too long.
One day I got an audience of one with the King of Kings and He saved my soul. He cleaned me up, put me on a new path with purpose. He didn't ask me to first clean up, wash up, straighten up. He just said, come. My life will never be the same.
God isn't looking for a cleaned up version our sinful selves. He wants us just as we are. This gives Him all of the glory. It makes the transformation miraculous.
He is beckoning us. 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 to the table.
When our children or guests come to dinner do we tell them to go wash their hands before the meal? How presumptuous would it be to assume someone has dirty hands? No, instead we say "come to the table" and dinner is served.
Dirty hands or dirty feet? Which one bothers you more at the table? I laugh as I type because the body as a whole is dirty if you get right down to it.
Its almost the time of year that we celebrate Easter. I love the message that Easter gives. The story of redemption, rebirth, and a real opportunity to come after the one worthy of it all. I got an invite to His table one time. It was March 7, 2003. I was living a life of recklessness. I should be dead, if truth be known. I was caught up in drugs, drinking, and a lifestyle that followed suit. My family really has no clue how severe my problems were. But God did. God knew every Sunday when we pulled in to the church parking lot and I reaked of alcohol and cigarettes. I sat through service after service- never having a concern. I knew how church worked. I had played it's game along with the other faithful members for far too long.
One day I got an audience of one with the King of Kings and He saved my soul. He cleaned me up, put me on a new path with purpose. He didn't ask me to first clean up, wash up, straighten up. He just said, come. My life will never be the same.
God isn't looking for a cleaned up version our sinful selves. He wants us just as we are. This gives Him all of the glory. It makes the transformation miraculous.
