A Place at the Table (Psalm 23)

Not many of us personally know anyone who is very important at all. I know I don’t. I know some people who think they are famous, but …

One time on a Sunday in the introduction to a sermon, I asked people to think about the most important person they knew who knew them in return well enough to look at them and call them by name. And then I went around the room and asked some volunteers to tell us the famous person they actually knew one-to-one. The best answers I got were actually all people I did not know by name, without a description of who they were and what made them famous.

In my few years of political activism, there were a couple of occasions of having small group dinners with some congressmen and folks of that sort. It was cool to sit and talk the big ideas of the day with them.

Connecting today’s reading with yesterday’s story of Mephibosheth being granted the pleasure of eating all meals with the king, it causes one to recall Psalm 23 and the greater blessing that is ours of being adopted family of the King of Kings. Verses five and six are especially precious to us as we consider the gracious blessings with have from God.

Psalm 23

A psalm of David.

1 The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, 3 he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.

4 Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

5 You prepare a table before me, in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.

6 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.

I have occasionally shared my life story with you all … of being an adopted child. I am not sure what would have happened to me if I had not been adopted at a point of my life when I was entirely helpless. I was given a new family and a new name. I did nothing to make it happen; it found me.

And that is how our adoption by God transpired. He found us when we were lost. He adopted us into his family and he cares for us all along the way as his children … if we will be submissive to his fatherly care.

And in the end, he has a table in an eternal home prepared for us. Yes, to be at the table of the creator God. That supersedes anything else we could possibly imagine.

We have a place at the table.