I am Mephibosheth and I know what it’s like to be rescued.

I was born as a grandson to the enemy of the King. I was orphaned at a very young age and crippled when my nurse dropped me in her haste to escape. In other words, I had next to nothing to offer anyone.

But the King called me by my name and offered me a seat at his table. He offered it to someone who could never fight for him or protect him or be of any use to him in anyway. Still he wanted me at his table.

I know what it’s like to be picked last in the games. In fact, I know from experience what it’s like to not be picked at all and left on the sidelines watching. But this King picked me first. Me with my two damaged feet that can’t run or jump.

Sometimes he asks me to pray before the meal and I am so overcome with gratitude that no words will come. My heart is so filled up with joy that it leaks out from my eyes in the form of tears of happiness.

I who once was an orphan have been adopted by this King, who now calls me son. I am not a stranger anymore. I am forever family.