Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Dear Pilgrim, will you come to the table?

I am honoured to be able to share with you today this guest post by a dear friend of mine, Becky Pliego. Be blessed as you read, Dear Pilgrim, and may you come to the table!

Is your soul longing to be satisfied? Is your flesh fainting? And your eyes weary of crying?

Then I am happy to be here today to encourage you to turn your eyes, your soul, and your whole, undivided self to God’s Sanctuary in prayer, and there, before Him, open your Bible and eat.

The table is set, all is good, rich food awaits, it is a blessed banquet, one that satisfies the deepest longings, and God wants you to come and eat before Him. He has called you, even now He is calling you! Come and eat!

I can almost hear you ask, “But how do I come to the table?” “Where can I wash my hands from my unclean deeds, my feet from going astray, my mouth from unclean words, my mind from darkened thoughts, my heart from filthy intentions?” I say, don’t let them keep you from coming to the banquet! Have you so quickly forgotten that there is forgiveness in Jesus? Have you not read that our Father doesn’t despise but welcomes a broken and contrite spirit (Psalm 51)? Have you forgotten that the Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit (Psalm 34:18)?

Eat these words today, dear Pilgrim; “
If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness (I John 1:9).  Here is where the banquet starts: Jesus doing all the washing of feet and hands and hearts.

The devil does not want us to come to the table, he wants to deceive us into believing that we can make our own bread out of rocks (like the time he tempted Jesus, remember?). But that bread, the fake one, the one we desperately eat in the dark will never satisfy. Remember this, dear Pilgrim, the food in exile, the food of self-righteousness, the bread made out of rocks, will never, never, satisfy us. It only feeds the idols of our hearts but never our soul. All bread made with our own efforts will always leave us empty, it never nourishes us, it will always kill us.

Now come and eat, there is no need to hunger when He has laid down His very own life so that we can feast at His table and be satisfied. Do you have a Bible, a place to pray? Then you have the banquet at your disposal. Be merry and be satisfied! His Word is sweeter than honey, taste it and see how good the Lord is to His children! Oh, dear Pilgrim, do not be delayed anymore! Do not resist His voice when He calls you to feast at His table! Today is the day! This is the appointed time!

By Becky Pliego ©

About the Author: BECKY PLIEGO is a happy wife and homeschool mom of four children; three of whom are already in college, and one is still at home receiving all of Becky's attention and teaching focus.
Becky loves to read big and small books about theology, food, and how life is lived as a story woven in God's heart.
Her favorite place to be is always around her table full of hungry people to feed, with a big stack of pumpkin pancakes to pass around.
Becky can be found at Daily On My Way To Heaven.


  1. Thank you, Becky, for sharing your heart and inviting us to come to the table and eat. So many things try to keep us from the table - guilt, distractions, apathy...may He create a hunger in our heart that refuses to be satisfied in anything less than the richest of food - His Word! May God bless you, Becky, it is a delight to be able to share in this Pilgrim walk with you! ♥

    1. Thank you, my Friend. What an honor to be a guest in this peaceful place.

      I am also very grateful for you. What a blessing it is to know that we are together on this, encouraging one another and praying for one another as we seek to abide in His Word day by day.

      Love you tons!

  2. Ah, the gospel once again, at it's finest. Not the whip and chain of a berating taskmaster, but the gentle call of the Saviour (notice British spelling), ringing the bell for His loved ones to come, eat, and be filled.

    Thank you, Becky, for sharing in the echo of this contrite and broken-hearted Pilgrim, leading the way to the banquet hall.


    1. To know that we are sharing the table! What a joy, sister!

  3. Thank you Becky - As we celebrate Thanksgiving here tomorrow I'll be reminded of the bread of life - the true banquet.

    1. Thank you, Diane. I love you and I am grateful for you.