I recently read "Dinner With A Perfect Stranger" by David Gregory. The book tells the story of a busy businessman who receives an anonymous dinner invitation to Maggiano's, which he reluctantly accepts. Upon arriving at the restaurant, he discovers the invitation was sent by Jesus. The book is simple - the message awakening. What would you do if given the opportunity to dine with Jesus?
Initially, I think I would cry. Just cry. For fear that I had disappointed Him. For fear that I hadn't been the Christian he expected of me.
I would touch Him (probably inappropriate for our first meeting - but I know I would do it nonetheless).
I would ask about Dad. Thank Him for taking Dad's pain away. And of course, ask about the funny things Dad had been up to.
Last (which should be first), I would thank Him. Thank Him for sacrificing for me. For taking the hit so I could sin and be forgiven. Thank Him for doing such great things; for creating such a beautiful work of art in the world around us. Thank Him for the blessings of family and friends. Thank Him for who I am. Most importantly, I would thank Him for loving me.
What would you do if given the chance to dine with Jesus?
KISS,
SM
Dinner With A Perfect Stranger
Posted by The Simple Things Friday, January 4, 2008 at 1:51 PM
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January 5, 2008 at 11:39 AM
Sweet Sister, There is no doubt that I would cry too knowing that I had disappointed Him every day of my Christian life.
You know, I really don't think it would be inappropriate at all to touch Him. Check out the story in Luke 7 about the "sinful" woman who came into the home of the "religious" people where Jesus was dining. She too cried at seeing Jesus (no doubt over her own sinfulness)then she used her hair to wipe His feet and couldn't stop kissing His feet and touching Him. The others in the room judged her and Jesus for this, but it seemed like the most natural and appropriate thing in the world for Jesus and the woman.
Thanks for sharing your heart.
Love you,
Mis
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