Dinner!

Dinner!

I'm not a fan of recycling sermons, teachings, etc... but I found this old blog post from 2008 and thought I would share it. Oddly enough, just like yesterday's post, it also references a time of me crying before the Lord.....

From October 17, 2008:

A few months before Sarah & I got married, we bought our first house. On my move-in day, her family and mine began to bring my stuff and make this new house a home. Sarah even brought a few things of hers that she wanted to leave so she would have less stuff to bring after the wedding.

After a long day of carrying & lifting furniture, I had a silent house to myself. It was a weird feeling. I was 27 years old and had never lived away from home. I had traveled the world, but always came back home to my parents house. I looked around and saw things that reminded me of home and of my fiancee, but it was a strange feeling. This was my new home.

After preparing a quick dinner, I sat down at the table, and for the first time in my life, I sat, as the man of my house, at my table. I took up the seat at the end of the table and something happened.

I broke. I wept and sobbed like I haven't done in a long time. Tears streaming down my face, I thanked God for His awesome provision for me. I felt so blessed, yet so unworthy. I didn't feel like I deserved a brand new house or a fiancee or anything else. I was overwhelmed at God's goodness and favor towards me.

In the midst of my thankfulness I pushed my plate over to the vacant spot at the table and said, "Here Jesus, you take this plate, I'll fix me another one". So I did. Sitting down with my plate, less food on it than the first one, and ate my meal with Jesus. I wish I could say that He physically consumed the food like this story in the scriptures, but He didn't. Nevertheless, I had a pure, holy time of worship with the Lord that night.

I know in that moment, my act of worship and thankfulness was worth more than a thousand offerings. What came from my heart that day, the crying, sobbing, thankfulness, and more was pure, un-defiled worship. It was spontaneous and un-rehearsed.

Somehow, although He didn't eat the food, I know He liked it. Want to know an awesome part about eating with Jesus?
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He always lets you eat His leftovers. ;-)


The question we must ask ourselves is this: How are you worshiping God? It doesn't have to be like I do, or how your parents do, or even like anyone else. How are you showing your love to God, our savior, creator, redeemer, friend, comforter, counselor, peace, hope, etc... In what ways are you showing your gratitude? Could God say today that "He/She worshiped me in "blank" manner today?