Have you seen my chairs? I love my chairs. I love that a few wonderful church members have taken my office on as a project and help me express myself through furniture and fabric. I love that they are a funky pattern. But what I love most is when I get to sit and chat with people in the chairs.
These chairs have started seeing some good use in the last couple of weeks. I can see them straightening themselves up, proud to be doing their job. Not merely decoration; instead they are supporting and holding folks as they tell me their stories.
This church, your lives, my life-they are all full of stories. Stories of great joy and heartache. Stories of faith and questions. Stories that make us laugh and make us cry. It is one of the best parts of my job to listen to your stories and share a few of my own.
Already these chairs have held laughter, good conversation, deep thoughts, concern for other church members, and even a few tears. Above all, these chairs contain prayers and love.
I believe that each time I pray with you in these chairs, a little remnant of those prayers is left behind in the fabric. And God’s love that is shared between us in those conversations and prayer embeds itself in the frame. So perhaps, just like the Velveteen Rabbit, as the chairs get a little worn from use, they will become real: saturated with prayers and love.
Please come and take a moment or an hour and sit in my chairs.