Come as You Are – Supper’s Ready

Greetings Dear Reader,

When I was still very young I used to spend weekends with my Grandfather.  He would pick me up from school on Friday afternoon and we would make the drive to his house on the opposite side of Atlanta.  Soon after arriving my Grandmother would come home from her job and begin to fix supper.

I knew it was for me that she laid out a vast and amazing repast.  Things like country fried steak, mashed potatoes, and fresh biscuits filled the table.  Her amazing sweet tea flowed like a stream.  Even though it was just the three of us she made me feel like I was a vast banquet.  From time to time there were other guests but I was always the star of the meal.

I spent most of the time waiting for that meal in the garden with my Grandfather or playing in the yard or wood shop.  I could get dirty faster than any child.  I almost always did.  My Grandmother would call us to the table and she would always remark at how quickly I had transitioned from acceptable school boy to grimy urchin. 

She would lovingly wash my hands with a dish cloth and give me a tea towel with which to dry them.  She would assure me that I would be getting a proper bath after supper.  My Grandfather would always remind her that we come to the table just like we come to God; just as we are.  He would then look at me and support the aforementioned bath.

We do need to come to the table as we are.  We need to not try and change to get there.  We just need to come.  We need to do it every day.  We need cleansing and a proper wash up but that is not a condition for coming to Christ.  He is the bread of life.  He is the living water.  He is constantly sounding the dinner bell.  We must come to the table.

I do not need to get cleaned up first.  He will lovingly do that for me.  He will lay out a vast repast and bid me dine with him.  He wants me to come just as I am.  He want you too Dear Reader.  Supper’s ready.  Please join me.

Come to the Table – Michael Card

Come to the table and savor the sight

The wine and the bread that was broken

And all have been welcomed to come if they might

Accept as their own these two tokens

The bread is His body, the wine is the blood

And the one who provides them is true

He freely offers, we freely receive

To accept and believe Him is all we must do

Come to the table and taste of the glory

And savor the sorrow, He's dying tomorrow

The hand that is breaking the bread

Soon will be broken

And here at the table, sit those who have loved You

One is a traitor and one will deny

But He's lived his life for them all

And for all be crucified

Come to the table He's prepared for you

The bread of forgiveness, the wine of release

Come to the table and sit down beside Him

The Savior wants you to join in the feast

Come to the table and see in His eyes

The love that the Father has spoken

And know you are welcome, whatever your crime

For every commandment you've broken

For He's come to love you and not to condemn

And He offers a pardon of peace

If you'll come to the table, you'll feel in your heart

The greatest forgiveness, the greatest release

Come to the table and taste of the glory

And savor the sorrow, He's dying tomorrow

The hand that is breaking the bread

Soon will be broken

And here at the table, sit those who have loved him

One is a traitor and one will deny

But He's lived his life for them all

And for all be crucified

Come to the table He's prepared for you

The bread of forgiveness, the wine of release

Come to the table and sit down beside Him

The Savior wants you to join in the feast

Come to the table He's prepared for you

The bread of forgiveness, the wine of release

Come to the table and sit down beside Him

The Savior wants you to join in the feast

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)