Perhaps it was because I knew my Sunday school class was coming to dinner after church today that I had a vivid dream about my kitchen table and seating everyone around it. I'll admit I was a little nervous since this was the first time for them to visit our home. Just before I awoke, the dream took over my sleep and in it, I stood looking at the table that was set with cloth, napkins, and silverware. I was confused though--dreams are like that. One moment I was envisioning where the class member would sit and the next I was remembering where our children usually sit when home. But there was one person more I knew I needed to fit in and I struggled with where to put him.
You see, I knew Jesus would be here. Right here in my kitchen and would need to have a place. But where to put him? He didn't seem to fit in any of the places around our oval wooden table. I began to mentally picture my family's usual seating places. He couldn't sit to my right. That is always where Bob sits. Across from me would usually be one of my sons. To the left a daughter-in-law and inbetween us grandkids.
I was beginning to panic. Jesus needed a place to sit at our table!
Then I realized. I needed to give him my seat. He would sit in my chair and I would serve him. With that revelation, I woke up.
I thought that would be the end of it. A dream. A nice dream with a message. But God wasn't done with me yet. When our pastor took the mic after our song service, he said, "I want to talk to you this morning about service."
Coincidence? I think not.
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