The Fool’s Bench is actually a place of honor.
It’s the bench in the church lobby where we wait for our friends.
Oh, beloved friends!
That they would meet Jesus in this place. Just like I did so many years ago.
It feels embarrassing to still be standing there after the service starts and nearly everyone has scuttled to their seats.
But how could I abandon my post? If there’s a chance they’ll show up, I will stay.
This Sunday I sit in a pew and carefully save two aisle seats for my seeking friend and her guest. She has started coming to church recently, but she is conflicted.
I guard the spots protectively. Hopefully.
The pastor is preaching about how Jesus chose the humiliating task of washing feet. He exemplified the humility of love.
I smile. If Jesus can wash feet with great love and humility, I can hold spots in my pew and my heart for those who aren’t sure about Him.
There was a time when I wasn’t sure about Him.
Now I know Him. And He is mine forever. What do I have to lose?
“Whom have I in heaven but you?
And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you.”
So I will wait.
And I pray for Jesus to draw these wandering, wondering ones to Himself.
Honored to remain a fool by a bench.
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