The Wedding Feast
My Jesus, I am humbled and totally wrecked at the fact that you fully embrace me every single time I surrender myself to you. Completely at a loss as to why I guard myself from you in the first place.
Tonight, I read about the parable of the Wedding Feast you shared with the chief priests. My heart is broken. The King invited many to His Son’s Wedding Feast, but those who were asked refused the invitation. Pursuing once more, the King sent out more servants to insure that His hopeful guests would receive and accept His invitation. But to no avail, they still refused and even killed the King’s servants. At last, the Feast was ready. The King instructed His servants to go out into the streets to invite anyone they could find, good and bad alike. Finally, the hall was filled with people to celebrate. But when the King came out to greet His guests, not everyone was prepared or even presentable to participate in His Feast. He casted out those who were not in the correct garments into the darkness. Though many were invited, not all were chosen!
This hit me hard. I felt for the King. He beckoned for others to come celebrate and partake in His Feast!
Can we just let this resonate with us for a moment. Think about how much effort, love, time, selflessness and heart went into preparing this Feast?! Not only the Feast, but each invitation written and personally delivered to each guest. Can you imagine planning a wedding for your son or daughter and absolutely no one shows up?! After all the prepping and organizing, nobody to witness or enjoy everything that was intended for them to be apart of.
This flooded me with compassion, sympathy and longing because I DON’T want to miss MY King’s Feast!! I want to be selected! I want to show up clothed in the wedding garment and filled with the Holy Spirit!! I don’t want to be distracted by what the world and my own little realm can potentially drown me with. I don’t want to miss the invitation to my Wedding with my Bridegroom. I want to become one with the Spirit and partake in the Feast that awaits me.
I don’t want to be invited, but completely and utterly CHOSEN!
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