SDfAoWOP: Mephibosheth

Day Twenty-four

2 Samuel 9:13

So Mephibosheth lived in Jerusalem, for he ate always at the king's table. Now he was lame in both his feet.

David is established in Jerusalem. The Lord has built for him a house and a name and he has a moment of rest from all his enemies that surround him. And so, because The Lord had fulfilled all his promises, David looks to keep one of his own. Jonathan, whose soul David loved, whose life had been lost with his faithless father Saul, whose obedience to his father was measured by his risk for his friend, has one single descendent left, Mephibosheth. David sends and brings this one to his own table. He restores all his lost inheritance. He comes with mercy and goodness to honor the child of his friend. Mephibosheth is lame and helpless and honored.

It is so easy to pass by, to dishonor, to break promises, to leave aside the weaker member for the sake of ease and comfort. But I am such a one. The child of a child of an enemy. Lame. Deserving for the curse of my fathers to be carried all the way to my own broken offspring. But surely, The Lord's mercy and goodness brings me to his table where there is always a place set out, meal after meal, day after day, and there my cup runneth over.