Mephibosheth

As I prepare, with my husband and family, to uproot and move to Swift Current, Saskatchewan, the story of Mephibosheth sits with me. I’ve been meditating on it almost daily. I’ve wanted to write about it for weeks. And today, I finally know why.

In 2 Samuel 4:4 we discover that Saul’s son Jonathan had a son named Mephibosheth, who was crippled as a child. He was five years old when the report came from Jezreel that Saul and Jonathan had been killed in battle. When the child’s nurse heard the news, she picked him up and fled. But as she hurried away, she dropped him, and he became crippled—lame in both feet.

In 2 Samuel 9, David asks “Is there anyone still left of the house of Saul to whom I can show kindness for Jonathan’s sake?”

The answer:  Mephibosheth. Shame destroyer. Image breaker. These are the meanings of the name Mephibosheth.

David proceeds to show kindness to Mephibosheth for the sake of his father, Jonathan, by inviting him to eat at his table and by restoring Saul’s land to him.

I believe that God used King David in this instance to say, “My Son is like this.”

David’s first desire was to restore Mephibosheth. “I will restore to you all the land that belonged to your grandfather” (2 Samuel 9:7). Mephibosheth had it rough. He had been hurt by the fall, lost his father, and at the time, lived with shame (in the Old Testament people considered physical imperfection shameful).

As David could not wait to see Maphibosheth’s shame removed and his life restored, my Father cannot wait to see shame removed from me and my life restored. Jesus died for this. For me. The utter power in this TRUTH is amazing and sure. He restores my soul (Psalm 23:3).

Mephibosheth was called by David to come to him–a hurt, crippled servant before the king. Mephibosheth ate at David’s table like one of his sons–invited to sit there daily and enjoy the festive activity, rest his crippled feet and be accepted as he was.

I am like Mephibosheth. God has called me to come as I am, sit at His table in my “crippled state” and learn to walk with Him on healthy feet. Every time I get up from the table and come back (daily), I am stronger and stronger and stronger. Both physically and in faith.

Jesus is my shame destroyer. My image breaker. The king of kings who will never turn me away from His table. He is ready and willing to show kindness to me, for the sake of his father, as David did to Mephibosheth. He restores me, little by little (or sometimes in one big “shot”), day by day.

And He can do the same for you.