Reflection: ‘You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.’ Psalm 23:5a, (NIV)
There, in the face of impotent adversity you sumptuously nourish me. (author’s paraphrase)
There’s something about victory that has to be celebrated with food. This is no little ploughman’s lunch on David’s lap. Fling out the Persian carpets. We’re having a royal picnic. Whether showered with champagne or dripping with oil (rich hospitality, Eastern-style), there’s a sumptuous welcome and feast laid on because the enemy’s been defeated. And David didn’t understand the half of it.
There’s a subtle shift in the metaphor of the psalm here: emphasis from shepherd, to king. The Lord is my shepherd to the shepherd is my Lord. Even more so when we read it prophetically – when we hear our shepherd-king singing it back to us. Jesus, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God* bids us celebrate his victory. And we do just that when we meet at his table to banquet on remembered body and blood.
*Hebrews 12:2
Prayer: I paraphrased this psalm for my two-year-old granddaughter. So, today’s prayer:
We have a party because when there’s bad and scary, I’m always safe with you, my Shepherd.
You celebrate and treasure me. You fill me up with good.
You are so kind and good that I will keep overflowing with goodness all my life.