In 2 Samuel 9:3, we read: “Then the king said, ‘Is there not still someone of the house of Saul, to whom I may show the kindness of God?' And Ziba said to the king, ‘There is a still a son of Jonathan who is lame in his feet.'”
“Life isn’t fair. Grandfather Saul was king. My father, Jonathan, was heir to the throne. But now?” he fumed, his anger consuming his every thought. He looked down at his feet. Crippled. No hope, which in his mind translated into “worthless, no good.”
“Someone’s coming,” the watch-out yelled. In the distance a cloud of dust became larger. Riders coming towards Lo Debar. Lo Debar, the place of nothing.
“We come for Mephibosheth, son of Jonathan by orders of King David,” he heard them say. Lo Debar’s bad enough, but to have to go to my enemy?
In the king’s presence, he threw down his crutches and fell on his face.
“Mephibosheth,” the king said.
“I am your servant.”
“Do not fear, for I will show you kindness for Jonathan your father’s sake, and will restore to you all the land of Saul your grandfather, and you shall eat bread at my table continually.”
“Why should you do that for me? I am nothing.”
“As for Mephibosheth,” said the king, “he shall eat at my table like one of my sons.” So Mephibosheth lived in Jerusalem and ate at the king’s table. And he was lame in both feet.
I echo Mephibosheth’s question. Why should you do this for me, Lord? I am lame, my feet take me places I don’t want to go. Still you invite me to sit at your table. How marvelous to know that God, the Father, accepts me because of what His Son, the Lord Jesus (my Jonathan), has done for me.
Kingdom Thinking. This new life at the King’s table is offered to you, too. He loves you with an everlasting love. He has promised never to leave nor forsake you. Won’t you come to Him? He waits for you.
“Life isn’t fair. Grandfather Saul was king. My father, Jonathan, was heir to the throne. But now?” he fumed, his anger consuming his every thought. He looked down at his feet. Crippled. No hope, which in his mind translated into “worthless, no good.”“Someone’s coming,” the watch-out yelled. In the distance a cloud of dust became larger. Riders coming towards Lo Debar. Lo Debar, the place of nothing.
“We come for Mephibosheth, son of Jonathan by orders of King David,” he heard them say. Lo Debar’s bad enough, but to have to go to my enemy?
In the king’s presence, he threw down his crutches and fell on his face.
“Mephibosheth,” the king said.
“I am your servant.”
“Do not fear, for I will show you kindness for Jonathan your father’s sake, and will restore to you all the land of Saul your grandfather, and you shall eat bread at my table continually.”“Why should you do that for me? I am nothing.”
“As for Mephibosheth,” said the king, “he shall eat at my table like one of my sons.” So Mephibosheth lived in Jerusalem and ate at the king’s table. And he was lame in both feet.
I echo Mephibosheth’s question. Why should you do this for me, Lord? I am lame, my feet take me places I don’t want to go. Still you invite me to sit at your table. How marvelous to know that God, the Father, accepts me because of what His Son, the Lord Jesus (my Jonathan), has done for me.
Kingdom Thinking. This new life at the King’s table is offered to you, too. He loves you with an everlasting love. He has promised never to leave nor forsake you. Won’t you come to Him? He waits for you.