It’s August. All I have is the photo.
I thought of it this weekend while on another short vacation. We were visiting the Cleveland Botanical Gardens. I noticed lots of benches. And as I was looking at them I thought, “I wonder if bench makers ever sit on the benches they make?”
I haven’t built a bench for awhile, but I’m not sure I’ve ever sat on one of the benches I’ve built. If I had built the leopold, I probably wouldn’t have stopped long enough to sit by the garden.
Many of us who make benches for people to rest on, whether of wood or words, don’t stop to rest ourselves. We’re on to the next project, driven to help people, afraid to stop and listen. We’re afraid we’ll fall short.
While resting this weekend, thinking about benches, I thought of what Jesus said about gaining much and losing our souls:
For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me and for the gospel will save it. What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul?
We’re working hard so we don’t have to hear a voice in our head, serving because we’re afraid to be served, measuring up to some standard we think God establishes. But in all that hard work, our souls slip away.
Maybe losing our lives means sitting still for a bit. Especially if Jesus is sitting on the other end of the bench.