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Come... Sit... Eat

At a wedding, there is an elaborate table where the bride and groom are seated. Directly in front of them, another special table has been prepared for the parents of the couple, maybe along with some very close relatives. Then there are other tables, situated not quite as close to the couple, where good friends and family get to sit. Behind all those tables, sits everyone else. There is a hierarchy to seating arrangements and the best seat is the one who is being honored and the ones most loved. They get the best seat in the house.

But we have all been invited to sit at a table where everyone has the best seat, where everyone is the most loved. Once we choose to follow Jesus, He says, “Come… sit… eat…”.

He isn’t pointing to a table in the back of the room, He is gesturing for us to come and sit right beside Him.

Me?” my astonished and ashamed soul replies. “No, my King, I am not worthy.

Yes, you, for My forgiveness makes you worthy. Ask, receive, and sit beside me,” He mercifully and graciously offers.

How can this be? How can the ugliest of sins be forgiven? I have come to see my sin in a new way: It is as though they have placed the whip in my hands, and my decision to commit sin is just like me lashing out and scarring the back of Yeshua. When I see this… feel this… acknowledge this… I drop my SIN FULL whip to the floor, seek His forgiveness, and then mercifully, He washes my hands clean.

Now, I desire to keep my hands clean, to steer clear of the whip.

As I do this, I hear His voice call out to me once again, “Come… sit… eat”.

I come... I sit... I eat.

I kneel... I serve... I am blessed.

We are all being invited to His table… Listen… do you hear His voice calling out to you?

Come… sit… eat.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;

You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.

Psalm 23:5

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