Tuesday, July 03, 2007

THOU PREPAREST A TABLE
BEFORE ME

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!



I don’t know if you ask me.
I really don’t.
It seems to me that I have, most times, been the one to wait on another.
If there be, as I’m sure there is, that someone has attended to me; my mind is clouded by my own servitude and not of any other.
So be it said that I have thus, chosen to incline myself to even welcome and explore the numerous uncountables when I have been served.
I have grown to have food provided by a guardian. This task has seen its way through parents to loved ones.
A dutiful servant regards a simple gesture of attention more so as a luxury; ‘Tis be also regarded likewise as common in the heart of the opulent.
When a rare occasion becomes a recurring event, adoration dwindles in the prescience of familiarity. What should be held in utmost grace and gratitude becomes scorned and devalued by the eyes of the commoner. It is verily so that servitude may be necessary in life’s course, (Nay! for it is indeed mandatory, in some shape or form), the heart longs, if not for a long period of time, for a brief intercourse with the feeling that courses through the one being served.
I proclaim the inevitability of servitude in the climb to greatness! I fantasize with the emotion of the served, in its ethereal royalty and loveliness!

Unfortunately, I may serve another all through the brevity of human life and have it not reciprocated. It is funny how those held in the inextricable jaws of sin, poverty, and death, cannot reason within their finite minds, nor welcome the sheer thought, to serve first in order to climb the ladder, the same kind that Jacob saw in his dreams.
If the poor cannot serve, what can be said of the rich?
The camel can go through the needle’s eye but not so the rich.


“…the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many.”

Can you then quantify the inexorable wellsprings of astonishment, and eventual down flow of elation when the Creator of both the rich and the poor decides to stoop low and serve?
Will it ever be found, in the vain lips of Man, the exact words to qualify the depth, and height, and length, and breadth, of the immense riches and quickening of human spirits when God resolved that our place, He was to have?
Bear with me this thought: “for whether is greater, he that sitteth at meat, or he that serveth? Is not he that sitteth at meat?...”

Jesus went on to finish that above statement by saying: “but I am among you as he that serveth.”

For this reason I put away my expectation to be served.
I renounce, with a resounding declaration, my portion to be halved.
No man needs to serve me; no one needs to feed me.
I have come to know the unknown. Please, let me share with thee:
There’s no greater portion, nor inheritance, and thou must wanteth not -
For the rich serve thee, it may or may not be
Tales can’t fathom; legends cannot compare, eyes have not seen as I see
When God, in Christ Jesus – the blessed One forever! - came to serve me
Join me at the feast of eternity to exclaim:
Thou Preparest A Table Before Me!!!




The Prisoner of Christ