Reading. Thinking. Pondering. Meditating. Letting it work its way down into the depths of my heart and my being…I love spending time reading and thinking about the Word of God. Staying with it until He speaks to me through it.
It can be a challenge, though. So many things clamor for my attention. I I'm not careful, they crowd out the time I've set aside for the Word. Until I find that I am giving it the crumbs of my life, the leftovers.
When I give it crumbs, it gives me crumbs.
A crumb of the Word of God is a precious thing. I'm grateful for it.
But that's not enough for me.
I want a feast.
And I can have a feast; it's already spread out on the table, there for the taking. I just have to take the time.
Resist the things that are fighting for my attention. Sit down at the table where the feast is spread. Look over it. Reach out my hand. Sink my teeth in.
It's easy. The hard part is shaking off everything else and sitting down.
And continuing to shake off the things that threaten to call me from the table.
But.
I will shake them off. The feast spread before me is Mark. The gospel of Mark.
I sit down to it.
Come. Sit down at the table with me. Join me. No one can eat all of it alone. There is something here for everyone.
There is something here for you.
If I know the chef, at least one of the platters on this table was prepared just for you. He knows what you like. He knows what your soul is craving.
Look over the table. Taste the various dishes he has offered. Find that which fills your heart and mind, which satisfies your stomach. Chew on it. Digest it. Let it become part of you. Let it give you strength for today.
We will sit here, you and I, and eat our fill. And realize that HE knew just what we needed today.
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