Our annual Friends & Family Tea is coming up this weekend. We began having our tea party while the girls in our family were old enough to handle china and young enough to think it's cool. But our tea is not about princesses, charming as that may be.
Is that too over the top mushy? Doesn't matter. This tangible expression to the women and girls I love and care about the most brings me great joy! So much so, that even getting ready for the tea becomes a gift.
Our Heavenly Father hasn't prepared just a tea for His children. He has prepared a heavenly feast! And you know what? I don't think it's about the feast at all. I think it's a gift, a gift that says, "I love you, I want you to be full and satisfied, and I want to spend lavish amounts of time with you."
2 “God’s kingdom is like a king who prepared a wedding feast for his son. 3 He invited some people to the feast. When it was ready, the king sent his servants to tell the people to come. But they refused to come to the king’s feast.
5 “But when the servants told the people to come, they refused to listen. They all went to do other things. One went to work in his field, and another went to his business.
8 “After that the king said to his servants, ‘The wedding feast is ready. I invited those people, but they were not good enough to come to my feast. 9 So go to the street corners and invite everyone you see. Tell them to come to my feast.’ 10 So the servants went into the streets. They gathered all the people they could find, good and bad alike, and brought them to where the wedding feast was ready. And the place was filled with guests.
14 “Yes, many people are invited. But only a few are chosen.”
Matthew 22: 2-3, 5, 8-10, 14 ERV
I get caught up in the invitations and the shopping and the cleaning. I get busy. And in the busy, sometimes I forget.
I forget not only to invite the Savior of my soul to join us for the fun. I also forget to ask His help in getting ready for it.
Then the Lord took me back to the passage in Matthew. What a paradigm shift! Now, I'm disappointed when guests are unable to attend, but not for me, for them.
Every year our guests tell us how much they enjoyed the food and fellowship. And every year I'm disappointed for the ones who wouldn't be able to do the same.
Do you think that's kinda how God feels sometimes? He's prepared only the best, the most extravagant plans for us. And sometimes we miss it, for reasons of our own choosing.
Dear Reader, aren't we thankful God never stops inviting?