This morning in prayer I had an incredible visit to the Third Heaven. This was an especially timely visit as, lately, I’ve fallen once more into the trap of self-condemnation for not “doing enough.” It’s been two years since The Lord called me to a season of prayer, to learn to rest in and wait on Him. Yet I still struggle with “laying down in green pastures!”
On this visit, I found myself in a banquet hall. The table seemed to go on forever, and was richly decorated in bright white linen, fine china, golden candelabras, gorgeous flowers, and fruit. It was so beautiful! But here’s the great part: I was a child again—and so were all of you who were with me!
We were all decked out in the most beautiful garments of brilliant white and shimmering gold. And words can’t do justice to the sense of delight and anticipation that filled that great hall! Every face was filled with a joy I can only compare to Christmas morning. We were so excited for Jesus to arrive!
In the world, the “kids’ table” is hardly something to get excited about. For me, it brings back holiday memories of being exiled to a lowly card table, set with plasticware and paper napkins. Memories of enduring my older brother and cousin’s insults and crude attempts at humor and my younger sister filling her fingers with olives. I longed for the day I’d graduate to the big table. The table with Grandma’s best tablecloth, dishes, and silver, piled with steaming serving plates and surrounded by laughter and conversation that didn’t include bodily excretions.
This banquet was nothing like the holidays of my past. There was no “big table” in Heaven this morning. (No insults or bathroom humor, either.) Just a bunch of very happy kids. Had I been able, I would have stayed, we were having so much fun. But I’m back to tell you about it, because I want you to be there with me. The table is set, but it’s no place for stuffy, stressed out grown-ups.
I want to encourage you—and myself, as well—to leave all the gloom and doom and stress behind, and remember that our Father loves us! Forget everything you’ve been taught by men to believe about God, and pursue Him yourself with all the curiosity and determination of a child faced with a beautifully wrapped present. Your name is on the tag. And never in your wildest imagination will you guess what’s inside!
“Then Jesus called a little child to Him, set him in the midst of them, and said, “Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 18:2-4
There is a chair at the wedding feast with your name on it. Won’t you join me at the kids’ table?
God’s grace and peace be yours,