A banquet setup. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I got the list from He who is.  The ingredients were applied together and the baking was done.  Dishes were set on the largest table I could make.  And the meal was dished out for anyone who was hungry.  I went to the door and opened it so that all might see that the invitation was extended.  Then I sat to wait.

I watched them pass by.  A glance here and there said that they knew the meal was ready.  But no fee turned my way.  Late in the day a man stepped up to the door and made a comment on the work that had been done.  “I just stopped by to tell you that I noticed your meal.”  I invited him in to sit and eat his fill.  “No thanks.”  He replied.  “I have this bag of sweets that will keep me well enough.  But I stopped by to tell you that what you have prepared smells ‘good’.”

He left and I pondered what “good” might mean.  Then it dawned on me that these people had no interest in the meal from heaven.  They had all they wanted in the desires of their hearts.