Growing up, my father always got home at 4:30 PM. The family would be sitting at the table, have prayed, and start eating by 4:33 PM. My mother had this super power of having all the food ready on time. Although, I didn’t realize what a talent that was until I got older and tried it myself.
I knew exactly when we were going to eat, but whenever company was invited over, it was a crap shoot. “Mom, I’m hungry! When are we going to eat?” I would ask. “Dinner is ready, so as soon as they get here,” she would reply.
There is something about sitting down to dinner together with family, or friends. Your day is pretty much over. You get to partake of the multiple flavors of the food presented on the table. The conversation, the laughing, it’s all very relaxing. I look forward to it.
The Angel said to me, “Write this: ‘Blessed are those invited to the Wedding Supper of the Lamb.’” Revelation 19:9 (MSG)
This scripture promises there will be a dinner in heaven, but not just any dinner, a wedding dinner! Those are usually the best, and knowing from other scriptures in the Bible there will be more than enough food. The reason the angel said, “blessed are those invited” is, it means those who will be there made the right choice in believing God, and Jesus as his Son, and then accepted Jesus, and lived for him. We will be the bride of Christ.
That’s great news, but it means even more for me. This world is getting so corrupt, so anti-Christ. Hate is running rampant, wrong is becoming right. It all wears me out, but I remain hopeful, knowing that God has it all. But by the time we get to that table in heaven, it will mean, it’s over! I look forward to it. Now we can rest, eat, relax, share, and laugh.
You have been invited to this table, in fact, everyone has. You can make sure you have a seat by accepting Jesus into your life, but don’t keep putting it off, because
dinner is almost ready.
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A very good friend of mine couldn’t sleep the other night. She lives on the other side of the world, so when she video called me via Messenger I was up. She said she had already done the usual things one does in order to fall asleep again, but to no avail. I said, “Sorry, but this is a sign of old age! They don’t warn you about it in the manual of life.” She didn’t like it, because she lives in a state of denial concerning her age.
Should it turn left or right? Come to think of it, I have never turned the water off at the street. The valve was hard to turn as well. I got frustrated, and while looking down into the dirty, yucky, spider enticing hole in the ground I said, “God, I need help.” I literally looked up, from the hole, and down the street, about three houses away, was a city water department truck. I tell you the truth, the truck was not there when I started the task. I walked to the truck and the employee drove down to my house and helped me.
There it is. Another ugly, races, hateful, hurtful word from one I know very well. “I don’t understand,” has been cried out to God many times after one of their zingers comes out of their mouth. “God, why do they still feel, act, and say these things? After all, they go to church!”
I was facing several issues the other day. To be honest, they overwhelmed me. I cried out to God to ask why was this happening, and how am I going to pay for it all? (My first ungodly belief (UGB) was thinking that I was going to pay for it all. Everything my wife and I have comes from God, He pays for it all.) I spoke to a couple of others about it, and they were encouraging, but it still consumed my thoughts. I got mad, complained, and cried, to no avail, because I felt the same after each one of my flesh’s outburst.
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