I know that I have been called.
I know that I have been chosen.
Called and chosen to be good.
Chosen and called to be happy.
Yet, I easily get distracted away from my calling.
I often forget my chosen-ness.
Instead, I get bogged down in my busy-ness
And I while away my time in trivialities.
I get the invitation to the great banquet
Where I can feast on goodness and be happy
But I tarry in whatever it is I am doing
When I should drop all and to the feast, I should be going.
When finally to the great dinner, I come
I am surprised to see who has been invited to His home:
The poor, the crippled, the blind and the lame.
Hey, I don’t belong here. This is not my game.
I see but strangers, people I do not know.
And as I turn around and I am set to go
I get a good look at my smug contented self.
It is not them but me who needs some help.
Shall I walk away and refuse the invitation?
Or will I stay and work for my salvation?
For indeed God does work in very mysterious ways.
He alone can turn my dark nights into beautiful days.
“Go out at once into the streets and lanes of the town and bring in the poor, the crippled, the blind, and the lame.” And the slave said, “Sir, what you ordered has been done, and there is still room.” Then the master said to the slave, “Go out into the roads and lanes, and compel people to come in, so that my house may be filled.
Luke 14:15-16,18-19,21-23