“I normally sit there
But I guess you didn’t know,
First time here I guess
But someone could have told you so.”
“What are you trying to tell me?
I do not understand,
One sits in an empty pew
That is the usual plan.”
“I am a member here
In fact I have been for years
And right where you are sitting
I always sit down there.”
Everyone here knows that
And now you know it too,
Don’t try to ignore me
When I am speaking to you.”
“So I guess this is your seat,
Is that what you are trying to say?
And that you sit here all the time
And at this church that is the way?
Does each member own a seat?
I thought they were all free,
Even now looking at the seats
There’s not a name that I can see.
There’s no name on this pew
I can certainly tell you that,
I checked it when I came in
I can attest to that fact.”
“Well I will stand right here
Until you get up and move,
You are sitting in my seat
And I have nothing more to prove.”
Well he was sticking to his word
And the service soon began,
He intended standing right there
This was obviously the plan.
The seat was definitely his
And this visitor was trespassing,
This was where he always sat
And there’s no way he was moving.
The pastor approached the pulpit
And asked why he was standing,
He said he wanted the man to move
That’s all he was demanding.
“He could go somewhere else
There are many more seats,
I know you understand me pastor
So there will be no need to repeat.”
“In a minute I will,” the pastor said,
“If only you could prove,
Show me how that seat is yours
And I will make him move.
If you could produce for all of us
A genuine, authentic receipt,
I would make him move immediately
And you could have your seat.”
However, I know that’s impossible
And I do not need to repeat,
Since we have never held a sale
There are no receipts for seats.
So as we start this service
You have a choice of several pews,
Just remember my dear brother
That one doesn’t belong to you.”
Stewart Russell © February 2019
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