God's Feather Bed

I heard the same sermon four times last weekend. Each time, I still found it funny to imagine a person committed to sleeping on the floor because they were too afraid of falling out of their bed. “Risk management,” Pastor Marty called it. We are trained from an early age to play it safe, eliminate risks, be cautious. We are one talent people. He was referring to the parable of the talents, where the master had given each of his three servants varying amounts of his own talents. The first servant was given five talents, the second had two, and the last was given one talent. The first two servants doubled profits for their master, while the last one returned the same one talent—unchanged. (Matthew 25:14-30)
I imagine the one talent person as the disheveled looking individual. Tired from nights of sleeping on the wooden floor next to the big feather bed his master had provided for him. Too afraid of messing up, weighed down with worries beyond his control, burying talents in doubt and insecurity.
Wouldn’t it be great if everyone slept comfortably through the night! Resting in the security of God’s big feather bed. Waking up to new days of opportunity. Free to take risks. Refreshed by life, knowing and trusting that all we are given is gift. Grace-loads of feathers scattered like blessings. “All is given, all is yours,” says the Lord.
Generous God, make us bold and faithful stewards of all you have entrusted us. Free to risk and free to fail; always resting in your care. Amen.
I imagine the one talent person as the disheveled looking individual. Tired from nights of sleeping on the wooden floor next to the big feather bed his master had provided for him. Too afraid of messing up, weighed down with worries beyond his control, burying talents in doubt and insecurity.
Wouldn’t it be great if everyone slept comfortably through the night! Resting in the security of God’s big feather bed. Waking up to new days of opportunity. Free to take risks. Refreshed by life, knowing and trusting that all we are given is gift. Grace-loads of feathers scattered like blessings. “All is given, all is yours,” says the Lord.
Generous God, make us bold and faithful stewards of all you have entrusted us. Free to risk and free to fail; always resting in your care. Amen.

