I shook my head in disbelief. This couldn't be the right place. After all, I
couldn't possibly be welcome here. I had been given an invitation several
times, by several different people, and had finally decided to see what this
place was all about. But, this just couldn't be the right place. Quickly, I
glanced down at the invitation that I clutched in my hand. I scanned past the
words, "Come as you are. No jacket required," and found the location.
Yes, I was at the right place. I peered through the window again and saw a
room of people whose faces seemed to glow with joy. All were neatly dressed,
adorned in fine garments and appeared strangely clean as they dined at this
exquisite restaurant.
Ashamed, I looked down at my own tattered and torn clothing, covered in
stains. I was dirty, in fact, filthy. A foul smell seemed to consume me and I
couldn't shake the grime that clung to my body. As I turned around to leave,
the words from the invitation seemed to leap out at me, "Come as you are. No
jacket required."
I decided to give it a shot. Mustering up every bit of courage I could find,
I opened the door to this restaurant and walked up to a man standing behind a
podium.
"Your name, sir?" he asked me with a smile.
"Jimmy D. Brown," I mumbled without looking up. I thrust my hands deep into
my pockets, hoping to conceal their stains. He didn't seem to notice the
filth that I was covered in and he continued, "Very good, sir. A table is
reserved in your name. Would you like to be seated?"
I couldn't believe what I heard! A grin broke out on my face and I said,
"Yes, of course!"
He lead me to a table and, sure enough, there was a placard with my name
written on it in a deep, dark red.
As I browsed over a menu, I saw many delightful items listed. There were
things like, "peace," "joy," "blessings," "confidence," "assurance," "hope,"
"love," "faith," and "mercy." I realized that this was no ordinary
restaurant! I flipped the menu back to the front in order to see where I was
at. "God's Grace," was the name of this place!
The man returned and said, "I recommend the 'Special of the Day.' With it,
you are entitled to heaping portions of everything on this menu."
You've got to be kidding! I thought to myself. You mean, I can have ALL of
this!
"What is the 'Special of the Day,' I asked with excitement ringing in my
voice.
"Salvation," was his reply.
"I'll take it," I practically cried out. Then, as quickly as I made that
statement, the joy left my body. A sick, painful ache jerked through my
stomach and tears filled my eyes. Between my sobs I said, "Mister, look at
me. I'm dirty and nasty. I'm unclean and unworthy of
such things. I'd love to have all of this, but, but, I just can't afford it."
Undaunted, the man smiled again. "Sir, your check has already been taken care
of by that Gentleman over there," he said pointing to the front of the room.
"His Name is Jesus."
Turning, I saw a man whose very presence seemed to light the room. He was
almost too much to look at. I found myself walking towards Him and in shaking
voice I whispered, "Sir, I'll wash the dishes or sweep the floors or take out
the trash. I'll do anything I can do to repay you for all of this."
He opened His arms and said with a smile, "Son, all of this is yours if you
just come unto Me. Ask Me to clean you up and I will. Ask Me to take away the
stains and it is done. Ask Me to allow you to feast at My table and you will
eat. Remember, the table is reserved in your name. All you must do is accept
this gift that I offer you."
Astonished, I fell at His feet and said, "Please, Jesus. Please clean up my
life. Please change me and seat me at Your table and give me this new life."
Immediately, I heard the words, "It is finished." I looked down and white
robes adorned my squeaky clean body. Something strange and wonderful had
happened. I felt new, like a weight had been lifted, and I found myself
seated at His table.
"The 'Special of the Day' has been served," the Lord said to me. "Salvation is
yours."
We sat and talked for a great while and I so enjoyed the time that I spent
with Him. He told me, me of all people, that He would like me to come back as
often as I liked for another helping from God's Grace. He made it clear that
He wanted me to spend as much time with Him as possible.
As it drew near time for me to go back outside into the "real world," He
whispered to me softly, "And Lo, I am with you always."
And then, He said something to me that I will never forget. He said, "My
child, do you see these empty tables throughout this room?"
"Yes, Lord. I see them. What do they mean?" I replied.
"These are reserved tables . . . but the individuals whose names are on each
placard have not accepted their invitations to dine. Would you be so kind as
to hand out these invitations to those who have not joined us yet?" Jesus
asked. "Of course," I said with excitement as I picked up the invitations.
"Go ye therefore into all nations," He said as I turned to leave.
I walked into God's Grace dirty and hungry. Stained in sin. My righteousness
as filthy rags. And Jesus cleaned me up. I walked out a brand new man . . .
robed in white, His righteousness.
And so, I'll keep my promise to my Lord. I'll go.
I'll spread the Word.
I'll share the Gospel . . .
I'll hand out the invitations.
And I'll start with you.
Have you been to God's Grace? There's a table reserved in your name, and
here's your invitation . . .
"Come as you are. No jacket required."
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