History tells us that in ancient Rome, dinner guests brought their own cloth napkins to wipe their hands and faces and package up any leftovers.

I guess you could say these napkins were the earliest versions of “doggie bags,” and it was considered impolite—and even impractical—to arrive at a dinner party without one.

One day (and I believe it’s coming sooner rather than later), we’re going to the greatest dinner party ever: The Feast of the Lamb.

We—the Bride of Christ—will enjoy a seven-year feast with our Savior . . . and guess what! We won’t need to bring our own napkin.

This will not only be the most delicious dinner we’ve ever experienced, it will also be with the saints in heaven we’ve read about
in our Bibles, and most importantly . . . we’ll be dining with our heavenly Father.

“Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb.” (Revelation 19:9 ESV)

Invitations have been sent.

Have you RSVPd?

You are loved!
Susie