Come, Sup With Us

“Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.”    (Revelation 3:20)

The door of this house is open, blessed Savior. Come, sup with us and cause us this day to sup with you! If you will come here today, and sit at your table, in your house, our spikenard shall send forth their smell, “because of the savor of thy good ointments” (Song 1:12, 3).

Mary gave a sweet, instructive testimony of her faith in, gratitude to, and love for the Son of God when she anointed his feet with her costly, fragrant spikenard. Our Savior accepted her worship and publicly honored her for it. As Mary broke open her alabaster box of ointment and the fragrance filled the room, so God’s servants break open the golden casket of Holy Scripture and the sweet aroma of Christ crucified fills his house. As Mary broke open her alabaster box just for Christ, purely for his honor, let us, this day, break open our hearts to him in the confession of our sin and his grace, our emptiness and his fullness, worshipping him, anointing him with praise, devotion, and love; and he will honor us with his manifest approval, visiting us with his grace.

God the Father anointed his dear Son as our Surety, Savior, Mediator, and King. Surely God’s Anointed should be our Anointed, his Chosen our Chosen, and his Delight our Delight!

Christ our King here spreads his table by the preaching of the gospel and calls his redeemed as his guests. While the King sits at his table, reigning in the hearts of ransomed sinners, his beloved, his graces will flow forth into our hearts by his Spirit. Where two or three gather in his name, there he is. While he sups with them and they with him, the spikenard of his grace flows forth to us and the spikenard of our love, devotion, faith, and deep gratitude flow forth to him. This is worship!

He says, “Eat, O friends; yea, drink abundantly, O beloved!” The table is his. Indeed, the table is Christ himself! He is our Bread of Life, our Water of Life, and the “Wine that maketh glad the heart.” May he be pleased this day to pour out his Spirit upon us and cause us to hear his voice and see his countenance, making “his name as ointment poured forth” to our hearts. Then (Blessed prospect!), eating his flesh and drinking his blood, possessing eternal life and salvation by his grace, our hearts shall pour forth the spikenard prepared for him. “Return, we beseech thee, O God of hosts: look down from heaven, and behold, and visit this vine; And the vineyard which thy right hand hath planted, and the branch that thou madest strong for thyself.” Come into your garden, blessed Savior, to the beds of spices, gather your lilies and feed among them!