What do you do when you find a perfect fishing pool, the ideal vacation spot, or a great new friend?
You keep it to yourself, don’t you; because sharing means less for you.
What do you do when you taste the grace and mercy of Jesus?
You want to tell others, don’t you; because sharing means more for you.
When King David was given the gracious Christ-centered promises of an everlasting King and Kingdom, he asked in utter humble awe, “Who am I, O Lord God?” (2 Sam. 7:18). Why me?
But one of his next questions was: “Is there anyone who is left of the house of Saul, to whom I may show the kindness of God?” (2 Sam 9:1,3).
Having tasted the grace and mercy of Christ through His covenant promises, he thought: “How can I best illustrate and demonstrate the kindness of God I’ve just experienced?
I know…I’ll try to find someone from the worst family in the nation, the family that’s my greatest threat and enemy, and lavish the greatest kindness upon him. That’ll be the best way of showing what God’s just done to me!”
You can imagine Mephibosheth’s thoughts when David’s servant Ziba knocked on his door and said the King wanted to see him. That could only mean one thing in those days. Neck, meet stainless steel.
What a traumatic journey as the lame man was carried helplessly and hopelessly into the King’s palace.
Then the sentence…
“Do not fear, for I will surely show you kindness for Jonathan your father’s sake, and will restore to you all the land of Saul your grandfather; and you shall eat bread at my table continually.”
Or as Mephibosheth put it: ““What is your servant, that you should look upon such a dead dog as I?”
When our dogs die, we cry. When these dogs died, people laughed. Dogs were pests not pets. They were vermin. The only good dog was a dead dog. And that’s what Mephibosheth felt like – a splattered, stinking, dog corpse that people shuddered to look at.
Yet the king not only looked at him, but scraped him off the ground, cared for him, clothed him, fed him, and sat him at the royal table continuously.
From roadkill to a royal son. What mercy?
I wonder if Mephibosheth kept the chain of grace going?
Go find your Mephibosheth and show the kindness of God to him.
Because sharing grace means more for everybody.
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