Where am I going to sit?
How many times in a day, week, month, year, lifetime do you ask yourself that question?
It could be in class, at lunch, at a meeting, at church, at the pool, on the bus, at a ball game, but it’s always the same loaded question. There is so much implication about the seats we choose. There’s positioning – near the front or back, or higher up or closer to the speaker/teacher. There’s with who – with people like us, with people different than us, with our friends, with someone who looks lonely or away from everyone else. There’s status – the brownnosers sit there, the slackers sit there, the popular people sit here, the rich people sit there, the stoners sit here, the prudes sit there. Where should you sit?
Where would Jesus sit?
The answer is Jesus could sit anywhere and feel completely comfortable. And he did sit anywhere. He sat with tax collectors and fishermen and soldiers and prostitutes and priests and lepers. He sat on boats and mountains and temples and palaces and huts.
Where does he want you to sit? That question takes time and introspection to understand the person he created you to be – to find the best qualities about yourself, your unique talents, abilities and gifts and how you can use them to glorify him. Are you a good listener? Can you pitch a mean curve ball? Does your voice sound like a bird? Maybe you can do complicated math problems in your head. How do these gifts fit into who he wants you to be?
Once you figure that out, you’ve found your chair – the seat he’s reserved especially for you.
For me, that means four special chairs. I am the most empowered and uplifted when I am:
1. Holding a Bible
2. With my hubby
3. Snuggling one of my kiddos
4. Typing on a keyboard
When I am doing any of those things I know that God has a purpose for me, that I am loved, that I have talents which I am using, that I can accomplish what I set out to do, because of the first three things on this list.
Thankfully, God’s chairs for us are less like thrones and more like the chairs I sit in at soccer games – portable.
Because tomorrow and the day after that and all the days of my life I’ll enter places and I’ll wonder where to sit. But I don’t have to worry about the implications of which pew or bleacher or chair I choose, because I’ll bring my own chairs with me – the ones that remind me that God created me to be a wife and a mother and a writer, and as long as I stay true to those things I’ll be comfy wherever I unfold my chair and prop it up.
Where is Jesus calling you to “sit” today?
Laura L. Smith