Most mornings on the train ride into New York City from central New Jersey, I won’t have a seat on the eternity long commuter train ride. It’s annoying and exhausting for me, and I’m a man of better than average health in his early to mid thirties. So when I look at the shriveled old ladies and the feeble old men grabbing onto whatever they can to maintain their balance on the inconsistently jerky train not designed for standing passengers, I feel sorry for them.
And he paid homage and said, “What is your servant, that you should show regard for a dead dog such as I?” (2 Samuel 9:8 ESV)
David had just returned from conquering the nation of Edom and he was reminiscing about people he lost and left behind in war, in particular his best friend who was now dead. Because David now had the ability to give back and repay, he started looking for heirs of his his best friend so that the same kindness he was shown could be returned in a gesture of love and thankfulness. David found his best friend’s son, but learned that this son was only alive because he was negligible in stature and social standing. Mephibosheth, the son of Jonathan, the son of Saul, the child of David’s best friend, the grandson of the man who tried to kill David, a cripple who could not fend for himself, received a seat at the king’s table. Mephilbosheth’s story is our own– living in obscurity and saved by a king who should not have cared.
We may not deserve a seat at the king’s table, but the king gives us a seat anyways. How amazing and empowered we are to be given a seat at the king’s table? You have a seat and you didn’t have to fight for it. That is how much you’re worth.
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