This week, social media timelines were bloated––like a teenage boy on his third plate of the Thanksgiving meal––with images of a feast. These images were all intended to show the glory of the feast. The perfectly roasted turkey, an impeccably glazed pie, steaming potatoes, and flawlessly manicured table decor.
Today we come to another feast. In fact, this feast is the most glorious of feasts. Glory is placed here on this table. Glory is what we’re about to eat. The glory of this feast takes the form of simple bread and wine. Bread which reminds us of the mangled body of God’s beloved Son, broken for us, hanging on a Roman cross. Wine which reminds us of His blood which flowed for our atonement. There is glory here which cannot be seen through the lens of the perfect Instagram filter. The glory seen here is only seen by faith.
The glory of this meal is such that the combined bank accounts of Warren Buffet, Bill Gates, and George Soros, can’t afford the price tag of this feast. Here is bread which we cannot afford, offered to us free of charge. The entrance fee to this feast has been paid. God the Father has made the table, the expense for it all has been covered by God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit invites you through the words of Isaiah, “Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and you will delight in the richest of fare (Is. 55:2 NIV).” The Thanksgiving feast this past week is a shadow-glory of the true feast. Here is a feast with the richest of fare, here is a feast of glory, here is a feast of the very body and blood of Christ.
So come and welcome to Jesus…