The Bible often writes about, metaphorically and symbolically, a heavenly feast where His own are gathered to celebrate. Jesus fed 5,000 and 4,000 on two different occasions. This missive is such an offering.
A Banquet
And God said to Moses, “I AM WHO I AM.” And He said,
“Thus you shall say to the children of Israel, ‘I AM has sent me to you.’”
—Ex. 3:14
I AM arrived into a prison camp
Saturday afternoon,
Among a row of draped picnic tables,
The twentieth of June.
Hamburgers and hotdogs and vinegar-coleslaw;
Iced tea and grape snow cones;
The inmates stacked their plates higher than wide
As bands played gospel tones.
Volunteers dished out banana pudding,
The last of lemonade
And then the feast was done. The inmates groaned
Under Sycamore shade.
I AM sent volunteers that steamy day;
Inexhaustibly there.
The Son of Man wore new food service gloves,
Incarnate everywhere.
Peter C. Venable 