IMG 0714Then the angel said to me, “Write the following: Blessed are those who are invited to the banquet at the wedding celebration of the Lamb!” He also said to me, “These are the true words of God.” (Revelation 19:9) (NETFull)

“What are those children doing in the harvested fields?” I said.

“They’re the youngest of their families.” Our host navigated her Jeep down a dusty African road. “In times of starvation, the older members eat first. Those little ones are trying to club mice for food.”

I could hear pain in the reply coming from a missionary who gave her life to help orphans, and saw no end to the need.

The children in their rags stared at the dry billows behind our car. We had what they wanted.

I’m hungry, too, but mine is soul hunger. My table is meditation, my fare is Scripture, prayer, and God’s voice. I indulge in dessert of inspirational music. 

In spite of this intake, I’m never satisfied. I chew a promise, it spikes a rush of joy, is digested and gone. I’m still hungry, craving more.

Jesus has his eye on the children of the field. Still, many of them will depart this earth with their hunger.

I’ll depart this earth with my hunger. Together with the children, we’ll ask God to fill us. We’ll appear before the King to feast and drink aged wines. We’ll break into song, dance around the throne, and absorb God-love. Filled in every way, we’ll fall into a laughing tangle and bellow through our hysterics, “No more pain, emptiness, or hunger.” 

Then we might get up and revel again—not because we’re hungry, but because of the overabundance from the Lamb, who promised, “Blessed are you who hunger now, for you will be satisfied.”

Prayer: Jesus, fill me and the children at your banqueting table.