HIS TABLE

HIS TABLE

“While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof” sings the bride in verse 12 of Chapter 1 of the Song of Songs, unto her friends in praise of her lover, likened to “spikenard”, who indwells her heart. We are called into fellowship with God the Father, the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords “who only hath immortality, dwelling in the light which no man can approach unto: whom be honour and power everlasting” (I Tim 6:15-16). We are made partakers of His table, and are seated with Him at His table. What a great privilege! Truly speaking, we are unworthy to sit with Him at His table. But we are being made worthy by the precious Blood of His Son “who through the eternal Spirit offered Himself without spot to God” (Heb. 9:14). As we sit with the Father, the eternal Spirit in us - the spikenard -sends forth the sweet fragrance of Christ’s righteousness and holiness over us so that the Father into His presence accepts us. Don’t think that you merit God’s favour by virtue of your strenuous labour in His vineyard or your long hours of prayer or your long fasts. Mary took a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly as it was, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped His feet with her hair and the house was filled with the odor of the ointment (John 12:3). Similarly, we have to give the mystical Body of Christ our best and costly gift and thus minister to the members of this Body in a spirit of humility. As the members of the Body who receive such gifts from you start praising God, the odor of the ointment likened to the praises of God would fill the House of God.

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