Pew

So I am sitting in our coffee house this morning, contemplating the meaning of life and I start to admire a pew that we use for one of our seats at a table. A solid piece of furniture with a ox blood color cushioned seat. Built to be sturdy and to last, with a cross engraged on the edge of the seat. Behind the pew there is a compartment that is meant to hold bibles or hymnals for those who would no doubt be sitting behind in another pew.

I started to wonder where it came from. What church was it in? Does it have a story? The most you can pick out from it is that at one time it was a pew in a church and now it is not. Sounds so simple doesn't. If it could talk, what does it like better, do you think?

Before it was used once a week. The people that sat in it, didn't say a word. There were sometimes where those who sat in it were lulled to sleep from the cushion. Been there, done that. Only for a couple of ours and then empty. Maybe it might get some attention during the week for cleaning.

Now it is used every day. Kids climbing all over it and instead of a bible or a hymnal, there is a torah and cribbage board (don't ask). Crumbs are constantly all over the cushion and the people that are sitting in it are in a deep conversation, or not.

Of course, we all know that a pew can't talk, doesn't have any emotions and absulately no brain power. A cute little allegory. Allegory of what you might say? An allegory of our Christian life. Think about it!