Jesus, noticing guests picking out the best seats at the table, tells them a familiar story — likely a story reflecting what’s actually happened to some, if not most of them.
The host of a wedding feast invites you. You take the best seat you find, sit down to enjoy your free meal. You are at the bride’s table. Oops. The father of the bride approaches you, tells you in a quiet whisper, if you’d mind moving to that table in the back corner. You sheepishly get up, hoping no one notices. You walk to the back of the room and sit down as inconspicuously as possible. The evening is ruined for you.
Jesus says, why not take the least important spot you find at the wedding feast? Then, the father of the bride — maybe the bride herself — will notice you’re hidden away in a corner and direct you to a better spot. Maybe you won’t wind up sitting at the bride’s table, but neither will you be stuck in a corner.
Dear Heavenly God, help me humble myself before You. In Jesus’ Name, amen.