Thorns among the Barbs

Thoughts on my journey to heaven

Mephibashef

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One of the little missed characters in God’s word is a guy named Mephibashef. 
Old print picturing Mephibashef at the throne of David

[2-Samuel 4:4] AND JONATHAN, SAUL’S SON, HAD A SON THAT WAS LAME OF HIS FEET. HE WAS FIVE YEARS OLD WHEN THE TIDINGS CAME OF SAUL AND JONATHAN OUT OF JEZREEL, AND HIS NURSE TOOK HIM UP, AND FLED: AND IT CAME TO PASS, AS SHE MADE HASTE TO FLEE, THAT HE FELL, AND BECAME LAME. AND HIS NAME WAS MEPHIBOSHETH. 

Mephibashef was injured when his family grabbed him to flee from the palace after Saul the King died.  It was customary for the new ruler to kill and destroy everything that was associated with the previous regime.  That would include family members too. 

But David was not like other rulers.  He knew and demonstrated mercy when others would have demonstrated vengance.  He had a close and honest relationship with God, and knew that all things are firmly in the grasp of God, not David.  He also had a priveleged friendship with Jonathan, Saul’s son.   This type of friendship happens far too seldom, if at all.  David and Jonathan clicked – they understood each other, and their relationship was honest, pure, straight forward. 

Scripture tells us that Jonathan was killed in battle with his father, King Saul, and David wept bitterly over this loss.  But he knew that he would be king.  And he knew that Jonathan’s honor must be rewarded so he blessed little lame Mephibashef, and gave him a residence in the king’s palace, and a place at his table.

I often think of the story of Mephibashef and something deep in my soul resinates with it.  I have known what it is like to live in fear of everything, and I have been damaged by the sin of this world.  But by the mercy and grace of Jesus I also know that I have been saved and called to sit at the Lord’s table, and live forever more in his presence.  My lame feet are not the focus any more, and my fears of death have been shed for a garment of praise.

Simply put, Mephibashef often resonates with me because so many things a re beyond his control.  He could not help that he was dropped as a baby, resulting in lifelong mobility issues.  He could not help that he was born into the household of Saul, the king.  And when Saul was no longer the king he could not do anything to protect himself or his family from reprisal and destruction, as was the custom of these transitions.  He was a prisoner of the grace and mercy of the new king, David.  But David… ah, but David was so much different that the old run of the mill way of doing business.  David honored lifelong friendships, and the bond he had with Jonathan transcended all.  David would have easily died for Jonathan.  This was a rare, once in a lifetime spark of friendship that reached deep into their very core.  And there was little Mephibashef, disabled, limited and helpless.  Wow – I just wonder why the Lord allows me in, because often I feel that I have nothing to bring, and am of little use.  But God…..

Written by Barbara Bloom

July 1, 2008 at 1:28 PM

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  1. I love your site. Keep it up !

    knowledgetoday

    March 30, 2009 at 1:48 AM


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