We clamour on about filing empty seats in the church. There are times when I cherish being all alone in those empty seats. In the morning hours before service starts and no one else is there – I often sit in the seats. It gives me a perspective to remember something important:
I am no different than those who are coming to the services on a Sunday. Though I may be on a stage or platform…I am merely turned a different direction and slightly elevated. We are ALL participants in the worship to an Audience of ONE.
It gives me the opportunity to focus on praying for those who may come to fill those seats…and for those who will remain home.
Empty seats don’t scare me. They excite me.
(The image above was taken on a family trip to the Grand Tetons. The picture was taken inside a church that was nestled in the shadows of the Tetons. I pulled off and went in to the church to pray and sing…alone…well…except for a bat who constantly reminded me he was there. It was great to be there alone with God. Empty seats and all.)