Ah, Thanksgiving! The table so full of platters of food that there was barely room for the plates so we could sit down and eat and enjoy it! And, my grand mother, smiling, but bleary eyed from staying up late making pies and getting up early to get the turkey in the oven in time to be done by the time we all arrived. That is one of my favorite memories of Thanksgiving – a table filled with food prepared with love…a love feast!
How eagerly Grandma waited for the sound of little feet on the porch; for the sound of a tiny fist knocking at the door as we grandchildren arrived! She’d hurry to the door, drying her hands on a towel as she went, flinging it open to welcome us in. And we’d all sit down and eat together; a meal that fed more than our bellies – that also fed our souls. We were family. We belonged together. For those few hours, we had everything we needed, and we were thankful.
There is nothing quite like sharing a meal to draw people close. Jesus understood that. Much of his ministry was spent around a table, eating and drinking with people from all walks of life, getting to know them through the warmth and comfort of sharing a loaf of bread and a cup of wine. He went to people’s homes to meet them where they lived. He stood at their doors and knocked, waiting patiently, hopefully, for them to open up and let him in. Not everyone did. Some were skeptical. Some were afraid. Some were ashamed of what he might find hidden there. For whatever reason, not everyone was able to open the door and allow Jesus into his or her life.
But, some met him on the doorstep as though they had been waiting for him all of their lives. “Come in! Come in! You are welcome here!” For them, Jesus came in, sat down, and ate with them – a meal that fed more than their bellies, that also fed their souls – a feast of love.
Today, Jesus still stands at the door and knocks. How will he find you? Do you hide behind the door of your heart? Are there rooms that are locked and barred? Do you hear Jesus, gently knocking, but don’t dare to open the door and let him in because of fear of what he may find? Don’t be afraid. The one who stands at the door and knocks loves you! He knows all about you already! He comes for no other reason than for you to get to know him.
We are here. Zion’s door is open. We have set a place at the Lord’s table for you. Come! Get to know the Jesus that we know and love – the one who provides us with a love feast, every Sunday – the one who feeds our souls. We are family. We belong together. For all eternity, we have everything we need. And, we are so thankful!
Happy Thanksgiving! Prayers, Pastor Barb <><
Listen! I stand at the door and knock; if you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to you and eat with you, and you with me. Revelation 3:20