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Every Sunday, the sanctuary is filled with people at my church. Members. Non-members. Visitors. Whatever their title, we all enter into the House of God broken.
Some prefer to hide their brokenness. They don't venture far from their pew. Every "How are you today?" is answered with "Great."
Some prefer to act as though they've never been broken. They smile. They're joyful. Day in and day out. Week after week. Year after year. There is no depth to their conversations.
Some prefer to acknowledge their brokenness in the form of silent tears and prayers.
The truth about the church pew is that we all sit in their aged wood broken. We all are plagued by the ills of this temporary world. We have all experienced pain, hurt, and heartbreak. And though some try to hide it, I know that our pews are not filled with righteous Christians who have never sinned or never will again.
Instead, I know that our pews--like all church pews--are filled with people who need Jesus. They are all filled with people who need encouragement. They are all filled with people who have weathered many storms.
Thank God for those church pews. That they are waiting every Sunday for the masses of broken people who sit in them in desperate need of the healing power of Jesus Christ.
When you find yourself in your church pew this Sunday, bow a humbled head and thank God for the faithful chair that waits for you to fill it every weekend.
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