THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL.
Suppertime.
By J.D. Quinn
March 18th, 2026
“Blessed are those who are called to the marriage supper of the Lamb!” Revelation 19:9
I was fortunate to live the good life of being raised on a farm. During summer vacation from school, we kids were expected to work and, oh yes, work we did! There was no shortage of things that needed repairing, and animals to corral and tend. We plowed, sowed, reaped crops, and had lots of fun mingled into the mix. Thus the hot days of summer were passed, working up a sweat and looking forward to two special times—dinner (or lunch) and supper (our evening meal).
A 14-inch, cast-iron dinner bell was erected in our backyard. What music it was to our ears when Mom vigorously clanged that bell around noon, alerting us that dinner was ready for our family and the rest of the crew. It was amazing how far the sound traveled.
Conversation with the crew around the table was energetic and amplified as everyone tried to top the other’s story of the day. We kids did our best to prolong the lunch break, but rarely succeeded. Daddy would say, “We’re burning daylight…chop, chop!” Back to the fields we’d go, hauling freshly filled five-gallon cans of water and crushed ice.
In the evening, as the shadows lengthened, we’d drag our tired bodies up the back steps of our home. It was always a joy to hear my Mom’s kind greeting.
“Welcome home! I know it’s been a hard day. Go and wash your hands and face. It’s supper time.”
With the family only, conversations at supper were gentler and more reflective.
We shared laughter and tears. We planned the future, and learned to balance our spiritual lives with our everyday activities. I miss those times a lot.
Mom was the “bestest”—constantly instilling spiritual lessons in our hearts. She frequently sang the song, “Supper Time,” and compared our coming home at night to the time we will go home to be with the Lord.
Oh, how I long to hear God’s clarion trumpet call to the wedding supper of the Lamb. Can you imagine what it will be like when we hear Christ’s voice say, “Come home, it’s supper time!” I look forward to being seated at His banquet table, and once again seeing family members who now sleep in their graves. Mostly, I look forward to hearing my Savior’s gentle voice say, “Welcome home!” and putting my arms around him for a hug and a kiss.
“Blessed are those who are called to the marriage supper of the Lamb!” Revelation 19:9. When your days seem long and hard, just remember the wedding supper in Heaven is coming. What a blessed time it will be as we rejoice in God’s goodness, and reflect on what Jesus has done for us—and consider our lives in eternity. He extends the invitation to all. I hope to see you there.
Suppertime.
By J.D. Quinn
March 18th, 2026
“Blessed are those who are called to the marriage supper of the Lamb!” Revelation 19:9
I was fortunate to live the good life of being raised on a farm. During summer vacation from school, we kids were expected to work and, oh yes, work we did! There was no shortage of things that needed repairing, and animals to corral and tend. We plowed, sowed, reaped crops, and had lots of fun mingled into the mix. Thus the hot days of summer were passed, working up a sweat and looking forward to two special times—dinner (or lunch) and supper (our evening meal).
A 14-inch, cast-iron dinner bell was erected in our backyard. What music it was to our ears when Mom vigorously clanged that bell around noon, alerting us that dinner was ready for our family and the rest of the crew. It was amazing how far the sound traveled.
Conversation with the crew around the table was energetic and amplified as everyone tried to top the other’s story of the day. We kids did our best to prolong the lunch break, but rarely succeeded. Daddy would say, “We’re burning daylight…chop, chop!” Back to the fields we’d go, hauling freshly filled five-gallon cans of water and crushed ice.
In the evening, as the shadows lengthened, we’d drag our tired bodies up the back steps of our home. It was always a joy to hear my Mom’s kind greeting.
“Welcome home! I know it’s been a hard day. Go and wash your hands and face. It’s supper time.”
With the family only, conversations at supper were gentler and more reflective.
We shared laughter and tears. We planned the future, and learned to balance our spiritual lives with our everyday activities. I miss those times a lot.
Mom was the “bestest”—constantly instilling spiritual lessons in our hearts. She frequently sang the song, “Supper Time,” and compared our coming home at night to the time we will go home to be with the Lord.
Oh, how I long to hear God’s clarion trumpet call to the wedding supper of the Lamb. Can you imagine what it will be like when we hear Christ’s voice say, “Come home, it’s supper time!” I look forward to being seated at His banquet table, and once again seeing family members who now sleep in their graves. Mostly, I look forward to hearing my Savior’s gentle voice say, “Welcome home!” and putting my arms around him for a hug and a kiss.
“Blessed are those who are called to the marriage supper of the Lamb!” Revelation 19:9. When your days seem long and hard, just remember the wedding supper in Heaven is coming. What a blessed time it will be as we rejoice in God’s goodness, and reflect on what Jesus has done for us—and consider our lives in eternity. He extends the invitation to all. I hope to see you there.
THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL.
Suppertime.
By J.D. Quinn
March 18th, 2026
“Blessed are those who are called to the marriage supper of the Lamb!” Revelation 19:9
I was fortunate to live the good life of being raised on a farm. During summer vacation from school, we kids were expected to work and, oh yes, work we did! There was no shortage of things that needed repairing, and animals to corral and tend. We plowed, sowed, reaped crops, and had lots of fun mingled into the mix. Thus the hot days of summer were passed, working up a sweat and looking forward to two special times—dinner (or lunch) and supper (our evening meal).
A 14-inch, cast-iron dinner bell was erected in our backyard. What music it was to our ears when Mom vigorously clanged that bell around noon, alerting us that dinner was ready for our family and the rest of the crew. It was amazing how far the sound traveled.
Conversation with the crew around the table was energetic and amplified as everyone tried to top the other’s story of the day. We kids did our best to prolong the lunch break, but rarely succeeded. Daddy would say, “We’re burning daylight…chop, chop!” Back to the fields we’d go, hauling freshly filled five-gallon cans of water and crushed ice.
In the evening, as the shadows lengthened, we’d drag our tired bodies up the back steps of our home. It was always a joy to hear my Mom’s kind greeting.
“Welcome home! I know it’s been a hard day. Go and wash your hands and face. It’s supper time.”
With the family only, conversations at supper were gentler and more reflective.
We shared laughter and tears. We planned the future, and learned to balance our spiritual lives with our everyday activities. I miss those times a lot.
Mom was the “bestest”—constantly instilling spiritual lessons in our hearts. She frequently sang the song, “Supper Time,” and compared our coming home at night to the time we will go home to be with the Lord.
Oh, how I long to hear God’s clarion trumpet call to the wedding supper of the Lamb. Can you imagine what it will be like when we hear Christ’s voice say, “Come home, it’s supper time!” I look forward to being seated at His banquet table, and once again seeing family members who now sleep in their graves. Mostly, I look forward to hearing my Savior’s gentle voice say, “Welcome home!” and putting my arms around him for a hug and a kiss.
“Blessed are those who are called to the marriage supper of the Lamb!” Revelation 19:9. When your days seem long and hard, just remember the wedding supper in Heaven is coming. What a blessed time it will be as we rejoice in God’s goodness, and reflect on what Jesus has done for us—and consider our lives in eternity. He extends the invitation to all. I hope to see you there.
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