12/10/2026
A Place at the Table
Joh, guys, every now and then, a piece of art becomes something far more personal than I ever imagined it would be.
This was one of those pieces.
There are moments in my creative journey when I feel His presence so deeply that the process of creating becomes something sacred. A quiet conversation without words, and something within me finds expression through my hands.
When I was finished, when the brushes and paint was put down, and I stepped back, I broke down!!
It was as though the meaning of what I had just created settled in my heart all at once.
I wasn’t simply looking at a painting of the Last Supper. I was looking at a love so extraordinary, so undeserved and so unconditional that it overwhelmed me.
There was a place for each of them.
For the faithful. For the doubtful. For the one who would deny Him, and even for the one who would betray Him.
He knew their hearts. He knew their weaknesses. He knew what the coming hours would bring.
And still, He invited them to sit.
Around that table, love was not reserved for the deserving. Grace was not offered only to those who would remain faithful. Every seat was filled, not because of who they were, but because of who He was.
The realisation that this invitation was never only for those who sat around that table centuries ago. It is an invitation that still stands today. For you. For me. In all our imperfections, our doubts, our failures and our longing to belong.
There is grace in the invitation. There is love in the gathering. And there is always a place at His table.