Thanksgiving. We arrive hungry and leave full. If all goes perfect, we sit down with family around a table beautifully set and a meal lovingly prepared. And hopefully, for a moment, cares and sorrows and disputes are set aside. Empty plates and full bowls sit before us. Grace is said. And we dig in. Delighting the host or hostess who has sacrificed for this special moment, we partake ravenously. And rapturously.
As good as this gets, there is yet a better table. Where people pull up from all walks of life. Yellow and brown. Weary and worn. Cares and sorrows and disputes are cast aside, along with fears, and mistakes, and pretending, and pain, and labors of every kind. Here, the Lord says grace. Over you. Here, the Son washes feet. Breaks bread for broken people. Serves up… himself. To give you peace, forgiveness, a second chance, another helping of mercy. This is the table of abundant love. Won’t you sit and stay awhile? Delight your Host and partake ravenously. Rapturously.
“Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and your soul will delight in the richest of fare. Give ear and come to me; hear me, that your soul may live. I will make an everlasting covenant with you, my faithful love…” Isaiah 55:2-3 NIV