Most people have favorite places in their houses or
apartments. I know that space is
sometimes key to how people feel about places.
And I am amazed at the lengths folks go to make their spaces do a
variety of things. Some people use
furniture to make their spaces just the way they want. Others use pictures. In fact, I have often commented that pictures
in someone’s home probably tell much about him or her.
In my little living space it actually is the window…or shall
I say, windows. When we moved to our
current place, we chose a much smaller place than the house we left. But kids were gone and there was no need for
something big. Besides, I would like to
do things in life more simply.
I sit in my favorite chair and look out a solid wall of
windows. We overlook a small creek,
which is usually on the lazy side. In
the springtime when the leaves come back to all the trees, it is no longer
possible to see across the creek and the houses on the hill beyond. So in spring and summer the world actually
feels smaller. I like that.
But the thing that catches my attention as I look outside my
windows is the bench. It sits amidst a
little garden-like setting that folks who live around me tend. The bench sits on the bank of the lazy
creek. So that means I look out at the
back of the bench.
It is not very big.
Three people would fill it and feel pretty snug. The wood that makes the bench is fairly thin,
although it is sturdy enough. But it is
a bench that is built more like a long distance runner than a football
player! In fact, a couple big football
players would dwarf the bench and probably even make you feel sorry for the
bench.
The fact that I like best about the bench is the fact that
it is always there. It is not
seasonal. It will be there through the
heat of the summer and the glory of the autumn days that will bring color to
all my leaves. And there the bench will
be when winter claims the leaves and frequently leaves my outside looking like a
white wonderland. Through it all, there sits the bench. I like that.
Because the bench is always there signifies some important
things to me. In the first place, it
functions as a symbol of hospitality. It
is not very often I look out and people are sitting in the bench. But it is always there…ready for anyone to
come and to sit. And that is the second
important function: it never discriminates.
Anyone, and I mean anyone, can come to the bench and sit. There is no race, gender, age, religious, or
ethnic discrimination. I suppose it would
welcome a murderer and miracle-worker alike.
(And I am not sure I like that!)
In the third place there are no time limits on the
bench. The bench will take you for as
long as you want. It will continue
supporting you as long as you need it.
Too often in our lives, there are time limits. People might care about us…but not long
enough. Folks might listen to us…but not
long enough.
And now that the bench has taken us this far, I realize at
the deepest symbolic level, the bench represents the spiritual dimension that I
suspect most of us human beings long to have available to us. We long to have a spiritual dimension in our
lives that brings the same kind of functionality that the bench signifies.
We long to experience in our worlds a hospitality that
always welcomes us. And who among us
wants that welcoming hospitality to be discriminating. We are all sitting ducks for some kind of
discrimination because all of us are some race, some gender, some age, some
ethnicity. Symbolically, I want to
become more like a “bench person.” I
want to develop this kind of hospitality and non-discrimination.
Spiritually, I also want to be a little more careful of the
limits I place on others. I know there
is a need for limits in our world. But
when it comes to love, care and other spiritual goodies, limits are not usually
the problem.
So if you see me trying to imitate the bench, smile and
encourage me. And if you opt for
“bench-like” behavior, God bless!
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