Called To The Table

Called To The Table

My husband is a jack of all trades.

He’s just that kind of man – he sees something he’d like to do, and immediately sets to do it.

Be it a fanciful idea in his head, a YouTube video that he sees or what I believe is a move in his spirit, he takes these inklings and runs with them.

Currently, he enjoys taking old doors and turning them into beautiful tables.

Coffee tables, end tables and more, he is building them up and sending them out.

One day, after hauling more wood into his wood shop for tables, he looked up at me with a bit of a grin.

“You know, I’m in good company working with wood,” he said.

I gave him a quizzical look, until he replied, “Jesus was a carpenter.”

I’m not entirely sure, but I think his woodworking skills might be the way that he processes life and focuses on God.

Most recently, he built a long and narrow table out of doors for our church. Approximately nine feet long, and only a few feet wide, the table went from sitting in the lobby to a variety of other positions throughout the church.

At first, the table was used to hold a sign-up for volunteering for summer outreach to the community.

Then, the worship leader called my husband one day to help him move the table around. He said it was going to be the centerpiece for a new sermon series aptly named “The Table.”

The men of the church gathered up the hearty table and hauled it to one of the busiest streets in the city, put it in the middle of the road and took photos - all while traffic bustled around them.

Every Sunday after that day, the table was displayed in a new and wonderful way as my pastor spoke about being invited to the table of the Kingdom of God.

At one point, it stood upright with several chairs hanging from each side.

Isn’t it funny how God uses people and things?

My husband recently came back to church and was immediately put to work by God. Old doors were given new life as a table, which then became a teaching tool.

It’s not unlike the transformation that is seen when we take our place at the Table of God.

We all are called to the banquet of Christ to be given the free gifts of salvation, grace, mercy and the peace of the Father.

We were not called when we were shiny and brand new, but rather when we were broken and beaten.

Jesus gives us a picture of the invitation we received to the Kingdom of God in Luke 14:21-22 in the illustration of the master of the house opening his home to those who are downtrodden.

The master had invited many great guests and affluent people to a banquet, but all of them made excuses why they couldn’t attend. Rather than have an empty table, the master commanded his servant to invite many others to his party.

“’Go out quickly to the streets and lanes of the city and bring in the poor and crippled and blind and lame.’ And the servant said, ‘Sir, what you commanded has been done and still there is room.’”

Afterward, the master invited all who were in “the hedges and highways” to recline at his table.

Just like those old doors my husband refinished and made into a glorious table, God saw that we had worth and that we could be repurposed into something better.

He called us from wherever we were to come recline at the best banquet we could ever hope to see.

He called us from our sin, our former life and our brokenness so that we could be washed clean, rebuilt and renewed as children of God.

It’s an invitation that can never be revoked and there is always more room.

If you’ve never found yourself in a seat at the table, I will tell you it is easy to sit in. Accept the grace, mercy, forgiveness and peace of Christ, and it will be the most comfortable place you’ve ever been.

However, like the table my husband built, I can’t promise you that you’ll remain in that seat.

Maybe God will put a purpose before you and send you out to gather others to come to the table.

Maybe your seat will move up or down the table, depending on God’s plan for your life.

The only thing I know is if you center your life around God and the seat at the table He is offering you, you will find more than just survival.

You’ll really start living.

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