It is the time of year where you can’t turn around without the site of food. It’s another Christmas party. It’s another radio team potluck. It’s another baked goodie from a neighbor. Don’t get me wrong, I’m in no way complaining. I love that food is what brings us together.
There is something about food that opens doors, literal and figurative. It allows people to drop their guard. God understood that and uses it to paint a picture in Psalm 23:5-6.
“You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”
But wait, at a table with my enemies? No thank you, I’ll pass. I’m good to eat by myself.
Why don’t we take a look at who those guests might be? This time of year, it may look like Mr. Insecurity. Everyone else seems to have it all together. Everyone, except me. And how about Ms. Impatience. Because I seriously do not have one more minute in the day to deal with this traffic around the mall. Then you’d probably find Mrs. Anxiety sitting there. I mean, how am I going to make it through the end of the year with so little in the bank? There is no way I’ll come out ahead. I think one other person at this table might be Miss Doubt. There she is, looking at you with her arms folded across her chest, just waiting for something to go wrong. Seeing as how there are some many things that could wrong, right?
You take a seat at the very end of the table. Looking into the eyes of all these enemies that seem to crop up in your day-to-day life. It’s no wonder we don’t have time for those that we love the most. These enemies so often become the reason haven’t spent as much time with Christ in prayer during the holidays. Or sometimes find ourselves turning down an invitation from a friend. Look at all these enemies we are surrounded by and busy entertaining instead.
But wait, there is an empty seat at the other end of that table. That, my friends, is where we find the seat for Christ. At the very head of His table. After all, He is the host. He brings out the biggest spread you’ve seen. The ham, turkey, potatoes, greens, casseroles, gravy on gravy, more desserts than you can count. The meal is set. It’s time to dig in. Yup, your enemies are right there, eating alongside you. But now, you don’t even see them. All you can see is the Creator of all things. The One that gives you hope when you feel like there is no more hope left.
You just undid the button on your pants and when you have eaten until you can’t eat no more, it is then that God wants you to know He isn’t done. Not even close. He walks over to your side of the table, takes your glass and fills it up. But He’s not stopping. He keeps going until it spills. Now He’s just making a mess. Everywhere. The table is a soggy lake. Trickling off the sides and pooling on the floor. That’s what He has for you in life. Everything you could want, and so much more. When you feel like you’re in the midst of famine, there is a feast waiting. One where there is no shortage of hope, and security, peace, patience. It’s there for the taking if we will just look to the One wanting to fill us with it. Now, just sit at that table and take in every moment of it. Would you stop thinking about the mess, someone else will take care of it!
This time of year, I’m appreciative of the consistent reminders that Christ is still King. King of the world and of my life – even when it is so easy to get caught up in giving attention to those enemies tapping you on the shoulder. This is the Lord’s house and I’m ready to eat. Today, tomorrow and forever.
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