It had been a long day.
Disrespect, fussing, entitlement, delayed obedience. All the issues. And those were just mine.
Don’t even get me started on the two pieces of sand paper, also known as my darling children, who were doing a large part of the refining.
I had slaved in the kitchen, working hard to prepare a well-balanced and hopefully well-received meal. But of course, someone who had never even tasted the dish decided to dish out his strongly held beliefs about my provisions. Breadcrumbs. How dare I?
And then I said it.
“No one with an attitude THAT ugly is invited to MY table.”
The snarling words caught in my throat.
I meant them with every inch of my apron, yet I knew they stood in stark contrast to the words of a most Gracious Host.
A Gracious Host who created a perfect world complete with every stunning detail and delicacy one could imagine.
A Gracious Host who allowed the initial shedding of blood to cover the shame of His first guests, Adam & Eve.
A Gracious Host who gave daily bread to thankless wanderers.
A Gracious Host who relentlessly pursed unfaithful lovers who RSVP’ed but never showed.
A Gracious Host who left His kingly throne room to dwell among us.
A Gracious Host who laid down His life and became the new and perfect Adam to buy back those who are His.
A Gracious Host who, by His Spirit, resides, seals, authorizes, equips, and enables the souls of the church-His bride-to bear much fruit.
A Gracious Host who is coming again to once and for all welcome fornicators, haters, cheaters and liars from every tongue, tribe and nation, into His heavenly and holy home. Betrothing us to Himself forever.
And because HE welcomes MY ugly attitude(s) to His table again and again, I can, by His strength, echo His voice of love to the onion, barbecue sauce, and bread crumb haters sitting around my table.