Our options were either a rolling desk chair, piano stool, or a comfy, antique armchair nestled in the "reading corner" of our room. We chose the armchair. This seat is anything but royal. It's fabric is browned and torn, the wood is scraped and worn, and the springs are falling out the bottom. But, it is the best, most comfy seat in the house. So, we agreed it would be where Jesus sits.
I must admit that there are many times when the occupation of that seat is troublesome. Like when I want to read a book or need a place to set my stuff, or the laundry, or the blankets as I'm making the bed. And then there are times when I just really want to sit there.
Instead, every once in a while I sit on the floor at the foot of the chair and I talk to Jesus. I look at the chair and imagine Him sitting there. I think of His scars. I think of who He is and what He did and how much He loves me. I allow my mind to be blown away by who Jesus really is, who I really am, what was and what is and what will be.
I will confess that I don't sit at His feet very often. Most of the time I ignore the armchair altogether. I wish I could make Him a chair deserving of a king! He created angels with the sole purpose of giving Him glory 24-7. Yet I can go a week without acknowledging Him in that chair.
Really, that armchair is a representation of the seat of my heart that He sits on, which is ragged a lot like that armchair. Though His ultimate throne is in Heaven at the right hand of the Father-- a seat deserving of a king-- He loves me more than enough to sit in my ragged armchair.
I love this. This was a great post Josh. Very inspiring and heart felt. I need to get me a Jesus seat! haha. I would give him the Futon (that really is the most comfortable seat), but the cats are always fighting on it or climbing over it in a death blaze of terror form one another.
So maybe I'll work on this ;)
Wow. You guys are awesome, you have no idea. I wish we all lived closer to each other so I could here all this stuff more often. God bless you guys!