Matthew 22:5 “But they made light of it and went their own ways, one to his own farm, another to his business.”
The king arranged a wedding for his son. He sought for someone to celebrate with him. He sent his servants to issue an invitation to all he esteemed. “Come, I’ve prepared the feast, I’ve readied the entertainment. Come, enjoy the wedding of my son.” But those he had invited, busy with their farms, their businesses-her hall, her church work, her hobbies-didn’t recognize the invitation for what it was.
Given the choice of going to the White House to be President Bush’s honored guest or of sitting around my room all day–I’d choose the White House hands down. Given the opportunity to go on a trip to just visit the White House on a tour and maybe catch a glimpse of the President–I’d jump at the chance. But the King of the Universe invites me to THE event of the ages–the unfolding of His romance with mankind–and suddenly sleep and facebook and eating and ideas become more important.
Where in the midst of my daily walk did I lose that excitement-that spark of recognition that reveres God? When did I stop standing in awe of Him? When did I start seeing myself as an equal–as though I could just enter His presence on a whim despite having earlier refused His summons?
Don’t get me wrong–I am not denying the grace and the forgiveness of God–but when did I stop believing in His greatness and His holiness? When did I stop standing in awe of the simple fact that the King of the Universe has invited me to be a participant in His grandest love story?