For the first five years or so, after we moved "up north" holidays weren't exactly fun. No yard full of laughing cousins. No kitchen bubbling over with delicious smells and mama stories.
It was sad and lonesome.
Then a couple at our church invited us to spend Thanksgiving with them. That was the beginning.
It was sad and lonesome.
Then a couple at our church invited us to spend Thanksgiving with them. That was the beginning.
We didn't live in a fancy house, and Mama didn't cook fancy food. But her love for Jesus and southern hospitality always insured plenty of comfort and culinary delights for one, or two, or five more seats at the table.
Dear Reader, have you ever tried to celebrate a holiday with a lonesome heart? I hope not!
Perhaps there have been other, less significant days, when you felt deserted and despairing. I have fabulous news for you!
A lukewarm Melamine plate of phony mashed potatoes and rubbery turkey in a cold diner on Christmas Day can become a feast in the palace of the King.
Jesus invites us to His table, a table loaded until the boards sway and squeak with love and acceptance. The thing is, the Prince of Heaven offers us a standing invitation to a banquet planned just for us.
Dear Reader, whatever your plans for Thanksgiving, I pray that you have claimed your seat at the Savior's table, and He has a seat at yours.
Perhaps there have been other, less significant days, when you felt deserted and despairing. I have fabulous news for you!
A lukewarm Melamine plate of phony mashed potatoes and rubbery turkey in a cold diner on Christmas Day can become a feast in the palace of the King.
Jesus invites us to His table, a table loaded until the boards sway and squeak with love and acceptance. The thing is, the Prince of Heaven offers us a standing invitation to a banquet planned just for us.
Dear Reader, whatever your plans for Thanksgiving, I pray that you have claimed your seat at the Savior's table, and He has a seat at yours.
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