Full Plate Empty Seat
Most of us had plenty to eat at Thanksgiving.
There was lots of turkey, stuffing and endless
dessert options. We can all buy food to eat.
What we can't buy is a way to fill that empty
seat. For one of my friends, it was her teenage
son who is out on his own and just didn't come
home for Thanksgiving-an empty seat. One of
my neighbors missed her husband who died last
year-another empty seat. A woman I met in the store
said she couldn't invite her sister because they had
a fight-an empty seat.
When I walked into church yesterday I wanted to
fill the empty seats that people had in their lives,
but all I could do was stand with them, hold their
pain in my heart and listen. I knew I couldn't fill
their empty seats, but after some prayer, songs of
hope, and lots of coffee, I began to feel the spirit
of God filling us.
There's something about coming together with
other people who love God and actually
know how to listen and pray that makes all
the difference. Did we fill that empty
seat? No. But God fed our hungry souls.