“It is a solemn thing, and no small scandal in the Kingdom, to see God’s children starving while actually seated at the Father’s table.” — A.W. Tozer
I have filled my closets with new clothes, my walls with shiny awards, my puffed-up ego with compliments, my two-faced heart with the desires of man. I have pulled up to these computer keys and treated my inbox like a gas station, looking for someone to fill my tank with words of approval and love and acceptance.
I’ve wanted a filling from my children, my parents, my husband, my friends, my pastor and my church.
On my way to the filling stations, I pass by the table, the Father’s table, the one that fills to abundance when we first empty ourselves of the things that satisfy only for moments or minutes.
But He calls to me: Sit, child. You are starving. And don’t just sit, but feast. Taste and see that the Lord is good.
Because we could do that, you know? We could sit at His table, and still starve because we aren’t convinced that His Bread will nourish. Even though He sets this table before us, we could starve right there with our elbows on the table.
We could starve right there … in the pews of our churches, where we think that the right way to God is through religion, rather than relationship. I’ve been there.
We could starve right there … in the open words of the Bible, thinking that the words we read apply to our neighbors rather than ourselves. I’ve been there.
We could starve right there … in the hard chase after accomplishment, because we think self-glory will bring more fullness than God. I’ve been there.
We could starve right there … in the middle of our religion because we are too focused on the “right opinions” that we hold than in the worship of the Living God.
I don’t want to starve at your table, Father. Empty me of my vain desires, and fill me to the full with Your Spirit.
This is my first time participating in The Gypsy Mama’s Five-Minute Friday prompt. And today, five minutes was all I had. (Well, actually eight minutes!) Care to participate with The Gypsy Mama? Click here!
Today’s writers were encouraged to write for five minutes on this one-word prompt: full.
Here’s how Five-Minute Friday works, according to The Gypsy Mama:
“On Fridays around these parts we like to write. Not for comments or traffic or anyone else’s agenda. But for pure love of the written word. For joy at the sound of syllables, sentences and paragraphs all strung together by the voice of the speaker.
We love to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. For five minutes flat.”