I was sitting on a bench this afternoon waiting for my son. The bench was odd because it had a very noticeable slant with one end sunk down into the dirt about 8 inches. Of course I sat at the end that was higher, or actually at the normal height.
As I sat, I started to imagine that I was sitting at the seat of honor because of my position on the bench. Then my mind drifted to Jesus and his disciples and some of their conversations concerning seats of honor. Surely I would give up my seat on the bench to Jesus. And surely Jesus would tell me to stay where I was and he would take the low end of the bench. Jesus is cool that way.
Weird ramblings in my mind. But it felt extremely comfortable.Print This Post