I once wondered how one takes a seat at the table God sets before her enemies. I have been meditating on that question for months. I’m writing to report I may have stumbled upon something.
Psalm 23:5
‘You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.’
When one takes her seat at the table God sets before her enemies, she does so with humility.
She recognises that God as the guest of honour. That the banquet is in honour of he who made it possible.
She resists the urge to make it about her right to vengeance, or even to justice.
She is aware it isn’t about her at all. She is merely a conduit.
She makes herself the smallest in the room. She amplifies the presence of God instead.
She inspires a sensitivity to the move of God.
She walks, talks, and plays as though the Ancient of Days were with her at all times.
Because he is.
Emmanuel.
Lele Muthali 