Such An Intimate Invitation

Come to the table. It's that simple. A genuine invitation to join God at His table. Me. He wants me to sit at His table. He wants me to partake in a meal with Him. It's that simple.

I've been thinking about communion a lot today. Communion is an event done in remembrance of Christ and what He did for us on the cross. I've taken part in many different communion services but there are two that stick out the most. Usually at my church, we pass around the trays and grab a little chalky square that is the bread, and a little glass of grape juice that you are expected to hold and not spill for 20 minutes while the preacher talks, reads, and prays for the congregation. However this morning at church, one of the pastor's talked, read, and prayed and then as you were felt led, you go get your own bread and dip it in the grape juice. (I kind of thought that was a little gross because everyone's hands had been all over the bread, and I would rather drink my juice separately, butttttt that is beside the point. It's not even about that.) When thinking about the differences between the two, that's when it hit me. We "come to the table", and have to actually move in order to take part in communion.

The whole point of this post is everything that happens before you take part in this act of worship. I guess, the whole idea of coming to the table was sort of humbling for me. God extends this gracious invitation to me. While I am dirty, impure, unworthy, and covered in sin, He is asking for me to join in fellowship with Him.

I never have realized the beauty in this part. Before accepting the invitation, I have a chance to lay everything at the foot of the cross. Not only can I lay down my worries and burdens, but I can lay down my pride, my sins, my filth. No matter how dirty and unworthy I may think I am, God forgets. He doesn't even care! He just wants to spend time with me, because I am his daughter.

Wait, there is more... I am cleansed. I am made new. I am made perfect in His eyes, because He takes it all.

That is the best part. And it's that simple. It really is. What a beautiful exchange... and such an intimate invitation...