As we prepare to sit at the Thanksgiving table, we can’t
help but be slowed, quieted, awed at just how meaningful and special this table
is. His character of goodness,
provision, and caretaking are already overwhelming us and flooding us with
gratitude. This table is special
not just because of who He is and what He’s provided. This table is significant because of the symbol it is of the
grandest feast of all.
This feast, the one told in Luke 14. It says a man (he must have been a very
wealthy man) prepared a great feast and sent out many invitations. When everything was perfectly prepared
he sent his servants to tell his guests the banquet was ready. But not one received the
invitation. Each one made
excuses. More work, more business,
too many family pressures.
Whatever the reasons, they were too busy, too important, too worried
about life circumstances to say yes.
They were stuck making sure their worlds kept spinning, and they missed
the feast, denied the invitation.
When the host heard his guests’ response he was
furious. He immediately sent his
messengers to call for anyone and everyone who would receive the
invitation. The crippled, the
poor, the blind, the lame… anyone who would say “Yes.”
Here’s the thing that’s getting me, that second
invitation? Those ratty tatty,
bruised, unlovely, and utterly broken people he invited? That’s us. It’s you and it’s me, and He’s calling us all in to enjoy
the finest, richest of feasts. It’s a feast of His goodness and
blessings and provision. A feast
of His rich, gentle presence. A
feast where we get to sit and commune with and enjoy Him for all of
eternity. Now that’s a feast I
don’t want to miss.
So as you take your place at the table tomorrow, will you
sit slow and utter in your heart with me, “Yes, Jesus.” Just respond to His invitation. Receive with confidence, gratitude, and
joy, your invitation to the grandest feast of all time.
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