Imagine
for a moment that we are playing the roles of the King's Servants in a
parable. Today, the King's Son is getting married, and the King has spared
no expense to honor His Son by preparing a royal banquet. We
don't know the King, His Son or Their Hearts well yet, but we
are incredibly excited to serve.
The
invitations were sent by the King weeks ago, and He joyfully honored many in
His realm by including them in His plans. We carried the royal invitations
to all those invited to the banquet, and were careful to keep track of the
numbers who accepted the gracious invitation. And, not surprisingly, just about
everyone said, "Yes, I'd love to come to the King's banquet to Honor the
Son."
For
weeks, the King was busy making generously abundant provision for all who
planned to attend. He chose only the best wine, and let the bakers know that a
big order was coming. His herdsman selected the most prized calves and
sheep for the banquet. Early on the day of the banquet, the smell of roasting
meat filled the palace. With mounting excitement, the King looked joyfully
at His Son, and then motioned us forward. "Go," he said,
"Go to my invited guests and let them know that the great feast
to honor my Son is now ready."
With
great anticipation, we each set off to the homes of the honored guests - only to stare in horrified disbelief as each now
refused to attend. In fact, the excuses were so crazy (like
buying a bunch of oxen without a test drive or warranty) that we began to
wonder if anyone understood the invitation we carried to
them weeks ago! What could have happened? When we heard the last refusal,
we trudged home to report to the King. Our minds struggled to make sense
of it all. How could the King's amazing plans all fall apart like this?
"Surely,"
we reasoned to ourselves, "nobody would dishonor the King and His Son by
refusing their invitation. How could they?" Deciding that our
reasoning was correct, we pondered further.
"If
the King knew that nobody was coming, why was He so joyful - and why did He go
to all the trouble of creating such incredible banquet? And why would He ask us
to work so hard to fulfill His plans?” We scratched our head in
bewilderment, and finally concluded, "Our King is wise, and would
neither spend His time nor waste our time on plans that just
don't work out." The reason for The King's joy continued to escape us.
Our
next thought so terrified us that we stopped dead in our tracks. "This
must be my fault! The King had a plan, told me about it, sent me to help fulfill
it, and the whole thing failed miserably. The King can't be wrong, so
I must have failed as a messenger!” Horrified by our thoughts, our
minds raced to figure out what we should, could or might have done to
ensure a better outcome. With downcast faces and eyes full of
shame, we walked home to face The King.
And
so, our story ends for now with 2 questions:
1.
Is our joy the exquisite, delightful pleasure of walking and working
with the King?
2.
Can Our King's Heart actually send us on a mission that He knows will not seem
to succeed?
What
kind of ripples do your answers make?
This is very much where I was at this morning. Thank you for posting about this. I believe in very honest reflection on how I may have contributed to problems and disappointments. However, there are still those times when we can't seem to explain why something didn't work out, and yet it feels like our fault anyway. I look forward to where you go next with these considerations. Good ripples.
ReplyDeleteAnswers: 1 - Yes and 2 - Yes! I think the invitation is really for those who were passing out the invitations! :-) Some of the work I do has to do with researching outcomes - everybody wants an outcome (the number of guests who attended would be the expected outcome in this story) - our world wants an outcome - but Jesus wants us to interact with Him joyfully and maybe - let go of the outcome? Relinquish the need to find our identity in the outcomes we (think we) produce but rather find ourselves in the joy of "passing out the invitations"...just meditating out loud here :-) We often think of 'work' as something that is not particularly joy-filled. I am much more joyful when I look at my work as Maria Montessori viewed the "work" or education of a child. She believed that "the child's 'work' is to play" - my work (passing out invitations) is an opportunity to "play" with Jesus...the outcome is a change in me. I'll let Jesus handle the measurable outcomes the world wants :-)
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