“I have wiped out your transgressions like a thick cloudAnd your sins like a heavy mist.
Return to Me, for I have redeemed you.” Isaiah 44:22 (AMP)
The table had been around for a very long time. Built by skilled hands, a Craftsman in his own right; the table looked beautiful!
All finished, he brushes his hand over the top and he is pleased with his work.
As time passed, the color began to change. Memories of the first stain is forever embedded in the wood.
While distracted and not focusing there was spillage that changed the surface. It would never look the same again. It was marred but nevertheless the table stood upright.
Throughout the years there were carvings on it, scars from the years of its life. Nevertheless, the table stood.
If you look closely you can even see the years of wear and tear ingrained in the wood. Times of laughter and tears of sadness all recorded by the table.
The wedding is coming, and we need a table. We can't possibly use this old, beat-up thing! This is a wedding for royalty. We need elegance and beauty not old and blemished.
The Servant arrives. He is gentle and skilled with his hands.
He has come to serve, his reputation precedes him and his wisdom has always been admired.
He exams the wood. His hands begin to touch the surface. He can feel every scratch and deep crevasse that were sewn in over the years. As the examination continues his hands are caught in the rugged wood. Pierced, he begins to bleed. His own blood now applied over every stain previously accumulated throughout the lifetime of the table.
The wedding date is here! You can hear the Servant say, “I’ll get the tablecloth”.
This table still stands.
He continues, “The table will be used today, what it needs is a covering.”
He brings out the handcrafted white cloth from his tethered bag. This will be used for this special occasion.
It’s pure white. It drapes over the table and as the gentle breeze reaches the corners, the edges flow creating a gentle dance in the wind.
It has covered every stain, scar and all that marred this beautiful work of art that the Craftsman made.
Dressed in white, the table is ready.
No one noticed. The servants blood was now on the table as well.
The table still stands.
Redeemed by the Servant, the table stands at the Wedding Banquet.
All finished, he brushes his hand over the top and he is pleased with his work.
As time passed, the color began to change. Memories of the first stain is forever embedded in the wood.
While distracted and not focusing there was spillage that changed the surface. It would never look the same again. It was marred but nevertheless the table stood upright.
Throughout the years there were carvings on it, scars from the years of its life. Nevertheless, the table stood.
If you look closely you can even see the years of wear and tear ingrained in the wood. Times of laughter and tears of sadness all recorded by the table.
The wedding is coming, and we need a table. We can't possibly use this old, beat-up thing! This is a wedding for royalty. We need elegance and beauty not old and blemished.
The Servant arrives. He is gentle and skilled with his hands.
He has come to serve, his reputation precedes him and his wisdom has always been admired.
He exams the wood. His hands begin to touch the surface. He can feel every scratch and deep crevasse that were sewn in over the years. As the examination continues his hands are caught in the rugged wood. Pierced, he begins to bleed. His own blood now applied over every stain previously accumulated throughout the lifetime of the table.
The wedding date is here! You can hear the Servant say, “I’ll get the tablecloth”.
This table still stands.
He continues, “The table will be used today, what it needs is a covering.”
He brings out the handcrafted white cloth from his tethered bag. This will be used for this special occasion.
It’s pure white. It drapes over the table and as the gentle breeze reaches the corners, the edges flow creating a gentle dance in the wind.
It has covered every stain, scar and all that marred this beautiful work of art that the Craftsman made.
Dressed in white, the table is ready.
No one noticed. The servants blood was now on the table as well.
The table still stands.
Redeemed by the Servant, the table stands at the Wedding Banquet.
God bless you!~Liz
