Literally, I kid you not (no exaggeration), the following are excuses I have recently heard from our 3 year-old in regard to eating.
“I can’t eat anymore, Mommy, because my arms hurt.”
“Mommy, this food hurts my ankles.”
“Ouch! This pepper hurt my tooth!”
“This food is toooo hot!!! I need to get some cold food.”
“I’m just too sleepy for my food.”
“I can’t eat because I haven’t pooped yet.”
On and on the excuses flow.
And every single time I’m pretty much like, “You’ve got to be kidding me, right?!” The kid who just told me she was “SOOOOOO HUNGRYYYYY,” is now no longer able to raise the spoon to her mouth?!
Folks, it’s maddening.
Literally, I make a meal and place it before her hungry soul and what does she do when she gets to the table?
She makes excuses.
She tells me why it’s hard to eat…why she can’t eat…and why the eating is getting in the way of her comfort and plans.
And it wasn’t until this morning, when she insisted the English Muffin eating was hurting her limbs, that I realized she can sound a whole lot like some of us when we come to HIS TABLE.
Needy, hungry, parched souls that we are, we come.
He has invited us to banquet with Him; He has prepared a table before us; He has graciously laid out a feast for us; and He has encouraged us to taste His goodness. He has commended us to partake of His Word, ask for His daily bread, and drink of His mercies. His ability to feed His sheep is immense, and His harvest is abundant. His bounty never runs out; His well never dries; and He never tires of providing HIMSELF for us.
And yet…what do we do?
We make excuses about why it’s too hard to sit at His table;
we complain about the effort it takes to feast; and
we whine about the discipline of eating.
Laid out before us, every day, is an opportunity to sit at His feet and feast on the Bread of Life…to hear Him, to learn from Him, and to be filled by Him.
And what do we do?
We stand in the “kitchens” of our lives, just like Martha, busying ourselves with the world around us. All the while, Jesus is sitting in our “living rooms” waiting to share of His abundance.
“We’ll get to it later,” we say. “We’ll try to squeeze it in,” we promise. All the while, we’re running, rushing, and doing a whole lot of SNACKING.
And just like my daughter, snacking between meals fills her up…just enough…so that she no longer feels the need to FEAST.
We snack on snippets of Truth we hear on the radio; we do drive-by scrolling from our favorite Christian authors on our feeds; and we snack on a whole lot of other things that do not truly fill.
Our work, our kids, our bank accounts, our appearance, our networks…
Our days are filled, but are WE FILLED?
We are hungry, and yet we make excuses. We are thirsty, and yet we refuse to drink.
It’s too much work.
I don’t feel like it does anything.
I don’t feel like I hear Him.
I don’t have the time.
You name it, we complain about it. And honestly, if my daughter’s excuses sound ridiculous to me, I can’t imagine how our excuses sound to the Holy One.
So this morning as I urge my daughter to eat the meal before her, laying aside her excuses and complaints, I (too) am urging my soul to feast on the table before me…to taste of His Truth…and to relish in the abundance of His ever-ready, always-filled, super-needed banqueting table.
Friends, we need to FEAST. And not because He needs us to feast and not because we earn His salvation when we feast, but because we’re hungry souls who have a loving God who, daily, wants to feed us…right from His hand.
With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. Solomon 2:3-4
When your words came, I ate them; they were my joy and my heart’s delight,
for I bear your name, Lord God Almighty. Jeremiah 15:16
How sweet are Your words to my taste! Yes, sweeter than honey to my mouth! Psalm 119:103