Comments on: Being Thankful For The Crumbs From His Table

By: obed

obed — Sat, 23 May 2009 01:52:53 +0000

I´ve read this article and I was blessed by it.
This is a poem God has granted me. It is published on Poemhunter.com
Thanks for sharing the daily bread.

A Dog under the Master´s Table
by Obed R. Souza

It has been quite a short time
Since I have first realized
That palaces and king´s chambers
Are not good places for truth to hide
Because milk and honey
At their tables do not abide .

History has whispered that
Gold and silver vessels
Might not hold the meal taste
And savory dishes can be rejected
If not served by well dressed hired servants.

Where , then, can truth –
The food for the hungry
Be found?

Truth will never be clothed !
Truth accepts no bribe!
It is edible … served raw !
No flattery is accepted within the realms of this kingdom!
It carries neither scents nor spices
Of good deeds from those ones of royal descent.
It stands high in the skies , though reached only by the beggar´s empty stomach,
It might be offensive, therefore challenging
It unveils secret inner places where we feed our prejudices,
A disguise for our self-justice and pride.
It strips us off our royal rags, we cherish as ‘ ourselves’
Humility and sincerity wait on its banquet!
Offensive enough to proud lost children ,
Sharp and blunt to the scornful and disobedient,
Yet altogether gracious and tender to the humble .

Pilates turned his back to it,
The mob has sentenced it to death ,
Power has made it guilty of crimes against humanity ,
The non-believer calls it a liar and illusionist ,
Others say it kills… it poisons .

Where can truth be found , then ?

It is bred in the land of starvation
A far off underground world
Where comfort zones are not allowed
Under the master´s table, where the underdogs
Strive for food – celestial food.
It is sometimes seated on the ground, among the outcast …
Or in the dust of the earth, our next of kin
And where real life can be brought fourth
Where a dog lies as a dog
But rises out of it a real son of the king of kings
Heir of the greatest of all gifts:
The honour of eating daily bread at the master´s table.

By: Les

Les — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 14:06:13 +0000

Thanks for posting. I’ve been pondering over this passage of scripture for the past few days. It always bothered me that Jesus kept the desperate woman out, even rebuffing her, and having her wait all day. I always wondered why He did this to her. Clark’s Commentary has some very good points on this as does your story. God is looking for humble and contrite hearts that keep asking, keep seeking and keep knocking. This woman realized that Jesus gives freely without limit from an infinite abundance.

The verse if from the hymn And Can It Be that I Should Gain by Charles Wesley. The third verse is my favorite:

Long my imprisoned spirit lay
Fast bound in sin and natures night;
Thine eyed diffused a quick’ning ray,
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free;
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

Amazing love!
How can it be That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me.

Amen!

By: P. Benet

P. Benet — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 13:45:55 +0000

Thank you.

By: Manfred

Manfred — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 13:41:23 +0000

And can it be that I should gain
an interest in the Savior’s blood!
Died he for me? who caused his pain!
For me? who him to death pursued?

This was the hymn at of the month at my church last month!

Being a dog lover, I gladly receive the parable. Dumb dogs show us so much, good and bad, that for such creatures we should thank the Lord. When we open the treat container (it sings “Who let the dogs out? Arf! Arf! Aef!), the mutt comes a runnin’, knowing that she is being rewarded for good behavior while her master was gone. She does not demand a milk bone, she gladly receives it when offered.