We think acknowledging those outside the table- the beggars- is enough, yet in reality we are the greater evil. We have the hope of all hope yet we horde it. Love is selfishly kept. Maybe occasionally there is a donation to some organization. Maybe occasionally a few cents or dollars is given to the homeless. Maybe even some volunteer work is done. How dare we think that is enough. How dare we pretend that a few small actions is enough. How dare we shut our mouths withholding the most important truth. We horde the love and grace of God while condemning those that beg. People are starving for truth. People are starving and desperate for someone to hear their cry for just a taste of truth, of grace, of love. People die every day while the gluttony of Christians is the vice of the faith. We have made it a religion and not a faith. We have made this religion something to be awarded to the well behaved rather than the needy.

When did we become this? When did we lose sight of the hope of Christ? If our lives have truly been changed by this love, why don’t we do more? Why don’t we care enough to act upon this? It is as simple as loving the lonely, comforting the hurting, and reaching out to those that need help. Yet we sit, hording it all. When did we become gluttons at a table?

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the song:
there’s a multitude, a multitude, in the valley of decision, wondering the answers to their question
and we are feasting at a table, that has been laid out for a king. and analyzing the food we eat.
while the beggar, the beggar, the beggar is starving in the street
we’re gluttons at a table, when did we be become gluttons at a table.

there’s only one thing, one thing, that we were ever called to.
that’s to take what we’ve been given and give it all away.
freely you’ve received, freely give it away, GIVE IT AWAY!!

how dare we say that we know Him, but we shut our mouths;
how dare we say that we know Him, but we store up for ourselves
how dare we say that we love Him, but we love not our brother?
how dare we say that we know Him, but we’re sitting here, in these four walls, feasting with each other
while the beggar, the beggar, the beggar is starving in the streets?

how dare we shut our mouths
how dare we stuff our faces
how dare we feed our wants while we ignore their need?
and yet we hold the answer, and we know the piece.

what have we done?
what have we become?

gluttons at a table.
we have all become gluttons at a table.

how dare we shut our mouths
how dare we stuff our faces
how dare we feed our wants while we ignore their need?
and yet we hold the answer, and we know the peace.

while the beggar, the beggar, the beggar is starving in the streets?

[song by Nina Landis]