From: Dan Roge
Can you wrap your head around the fact that your aren't the architect of your nearness to God? The simplicity of it baffles my mind, and I'm again realizing that I need the plain reminder that Paul lays out in Ephesians 2.8-9, "For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works, so that no one can boast."
You are saved because God says so. You have a seat at the table because God says so. And yet, there are moments for all of us where we sit right at the table he has invited us to, and for whatever reason, politely decline to take part in the festivities. Sitting right there, with the invitation in God's own handwriting sitting in our pocket, we let the plates pass by us thinking that God couldn't possibly want us at his table. Or that we don't want to be at the table, if it's under these questionable circumstances. Whatever our reason, we refuse to take part in the meal that we had no role in our invitation to.
Paul reminds me that I get to eat because God said I get to eat. And once I'm done, I get to do work in the house taking care of the other people invited to the party, because that's what God invited me to do. It's his word that matters, and I'm full when I take him at that word.
I'm Dan Roge, husband of Genevieve Roge, dad of James Roge, a designer and neighbor in Egleston Square. I love to ride my bike and get into the woods as often as possible.