Feast For The Broken

There was a young man by the name of Mephibosheth. He was the son of a prince, the grandson of a king. He was a special needs kid – lame in both feet. His kingdom had been overtaken by David, and Mephib’s father and grandfather were killed during the war.

In the book of 2 Samuel 9, Mephib is also facing a death sentence — it was customary for the new king to protect himself by executing any possible contenders to the throne of a former dynasty.

But David asks, “Is there no one still left of the house of Saul to whom I can show God’s kindness?”
“There is still a son of Jonathan; he is crippled in both feet.”

Mephib is brought before David. Mephib bows immediately, expecting to be executed. But instead, David speaks kindly to him.
“Mephibosheth! Don’t be afraid for I will surely show you kindness for the sake of your father Jonathan. I will restore to you all the land that belonged to your grandfather Saul, and you will always eat at my table.”
Mephib replies, “What is your servant, that you should notice a dead dog like me?”

David’s response is to order that everything that belonged to Mephib’s grandfather be given immediately to Mephib.

Instead of getting his head chopped off, Mephib gets the guarantee of a daily feast. David restores his inheritance to him and gives him a permanent place at the king’s table — honoring him as one of his own sons. Mephib’s disability left him unable to work, but David instructed his servants to farm his land and bring in the harvest so that Mephib would be provided for, and he would always have a place of honor at the king’s table.

I love this story. For obvious reasons, I love the beautiful example of David’s mercy and kindness towards this disabled young man who had literally been put out of sight. How very God-like in that no matter how crippled, lost and forgotten we may be, there is a place offered to each of us at the royal table. Instead of being condemned to die in sorrow and sin and frailty, we have been welcomed – just as we are – to a “heavenly” table where an abundant feast has been prepared.

Years ago, in thanksgiving for his love and sacrifice for me (and out of sheer need), I gave my little life to Jesus. I accepted the invitation to taste and see that the Lord is good (Ps. 34:8).

With empty hands, crippled feet and all my special needs, I came limping to His table of grace. There I found the spiritual nourishment that my soul craved – healing, forgiveness, purpose, significance. He made me a daughter and blessed me to partake in the sweetest Thanksgiving feast.

Hear the good news, you’ve been invited
No matter what others may say,
Your darkest sins will be forgiven
You will always have a place.

At the table of grace the cup’s never empty.
The plate’s always full and it’s never too late.
To come and be filled with love never ending
You’re always welcome at the table of grace.

So come weak, and heavy hearted
Don’t try to hide your earthly scars.
In His eyes, we all are equal
Don’t be afraid, come as you are.

At the table of grace the cup’s never empty
The plate’s always full, and it’s never too late!
To come and be filled with love never ending
You’re always welcome at the table of grace

-Phillips, Craig and Dean

 

Mephibosheth, by the way, means “shame breaker” or “one who has overcome shame.”

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7 thoughts on “Feast For The Broken

  1. Thanks for this! I’m most familiar with this story in the form it was told in my daughter Rose’s Sunday School book awhile back, but the kiddie-retelling left out the death sentence part — rather an important aspect, and I’d forgotten about it. Wow.

  2. Thanks for sharing. We should all be reminded to thank God for his redeeming Grace this Thanksgiving and for loving us just as we are.. He knit us in our mother’s womb and we are all precious to him know matter what our handicap.

  3. I love your title. Isn’t that what God offers to all of us?

    We have several friends with autistic children. I have cried with them as they have grieved over lost expectations and rejoiced with them in light of new hope and opportunities. God certainly does teach us so much through our children!

    Blessings & Peace!

  4. Wonderful teaching. Thanks for your comment today at my blog. I don’t know much of your story, but hope to do some more reading about Rhema and Hope along the way. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. May God’s abiding love and presence be your portion this week.

    peace~elaine

  5. Oh, how beautifully expressed! What a profound Truth that the Lord gathers us around His table … indeed a gracious Feast for the Broken.

    Actually, another, “blessed” came to mind as I read your post: ” ‘…when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind, and you will be blessed. Although they cannot repay you, you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.’ “ (Luke 14:13-14)

    While can never repay the Lord for including us at His table, how blessed are those who receive His invitation!

    May you and your family be richly blessed this Thanksgiving (and I love your idea about reading the blessings at dinner! 🙂 )!

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