And Mephibosheth the son of Jonathan, son of Saul, came to David and fell on his face and paid homage. And David said, “Mephibosheth!” And he answered, “Behold, I am your servant.” And David said to him, “Do not fear, for I will show you kindness for the sake of your father Jonathan, and I will restore to you all the land of Saul your father, and you shall eat at my table always.” And he paid homage and said, “What is your servant, that you should show regard for a dead dog such as I?” Then the king called Ziba, Saul’s servant, and said to him, “All that belonged to Saul and to all his house I have given to your master’s grandson. And you and your sons and your servants shall till the land for him and shall bring in the produce, that your master’s grandson may have bread to eat. But Mephibosheth your master’s grandson shall always eat at my table.” Now Ziba had fifteen sons and twenty servants. Then Ziba said to the king, “According to all that my lord the king commands his servant, so will your servant do.” So Mephibosheth ate at David’s table, like one of the king’s sons. And Mephibosheth had a young son, whose name was Mica. And all who lived in Ziba’s house became Mephibosheth’s servants. So Mephibosheth lived in Jerusalem, for he ate always at the king’s table. Now he was lame in both his feet.
2 Samuel 9:6-13 (ESV)
When Mephibosheth was summoned by David, he had every reason to believe that his grandfathers worst enemy was about to kill him.
But that wasn’t his only struggle.
When King Saul died, his surviving family feared for their lives. In their haste to flee from what was sure to be David’s coming wrath, a nanny dropped young Mephibosheth, crippling him for life.
As if that weren’t enough, Mephibosheth chose to live most of his life in exile. Perhaps he remained in isolation out of fear, identifying himself only as Sauls grandson, or perhaps he remained in outer darkness out of shame from both his identity and his handicap.
Either way, he had no hope that things would ever be different.
Then David summoned Mephibosheth. As far as he knew, the King was finally going to kill him. He approached his grandfathers rival, resigned to his fate.
How many of us can relate to Mephibosheth?
I can remember when my past determined my future. There wasn’t anything that hadn’t been wrecked, ruined, or broken, and I had no hope that it would ever be different.
But then I bowed to Jesus, and hope entered in.
It turns out that David had no intention of killing Sauls grandson.
Instead, he embraced him.
Mephibosheth lived his remaining years in the holy city of Jerusalem, dining at the Kings table.
Friend, Gods got a place for you at His table, and what He did for Mephibosheth, He can do for you, too.
Can I tell you … Hope sets you free from yesterday, so you can embrace today, knowing that tomorrow can be better.
It’s never to late to let hope in.