I am seated at a beautiful wood table, glossy and silky smooth to my touch. Elaborate gold-inlaid designs adorn the top and legs of the table. The design is so finely set that I cannot see or feel the seam. The surface looks like mirrored glitter covering the entire surface. Rainbows of colors unlike any I’ve ever seen radiate throughout the room. From end-to-end, the table is laden with food and gifts of jewels, silver, and gold. It seems I am the honored guest.
The tablecloth is an intricate complex lace design, vaguely resembling pure white snowflakes. The pattern has perfectly formed openings, which allow each thing on the table to be reflected in a frame of its own.
I look at the array of fruits and vegetables on the table. There are apples, bananas, and kiwifruit, along with produce I don’t recognize. The yellow on the bananas is vivid and has no hint of any other color on them. Apples glisten in their own shine and I can see reflections on the skin. The perfectly formed kiwifruit is at its absolute peak of ripeness. I sniff the air and the smell of fruit, ready to be eaten, is absorbed in my nostrils. I can smell each item individually in a splendid explosion of scents. My tongue begins to water in savory anticipation.
I look at the gifts and cannot believe they are for me. The splendor is astounding. I am almost afraid to touch the gold necklaces that are so pure they are nearly transparent. The diamonds are crystal clear and I can see through them. The emerald’s green is deep, so deep that I cannot understand how I can see light through the stone. I wonder about this feast and the gifts.
I gaze ahead and am stunned to see my enemies watching me with misery and jealousy on their faces. They also appear fearful and wretched.
Suddenly HE strides into the room with a radiance that should be blinding, but instead is comforting. His majesty brings immediate tears to my eyes. I fall to my face in awe and wonder. How can it be that Jesus would prepare such a feast for me? Who am I that I deserve such treatment? Jesus smiles and raises me to my feet. He anoints me with oil and presents me in front of my enemies. To me, He says, “Well done, good and faithful servant. You shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” Everything fades from my vision and I clearly see only Jesus in His glory. My repentant heart cannot express words of gratitude, so I once again fall facedown in His resplendent beauty, my heart finally content and at peace, forever and ever.