The Parable of the Church Chairs

       Then Peter and John went to church.

        It was the day after the Sabbath. The new padded folding chairs had arrived from Antioch. The tasteful gray tones of each identical chair matched well with the muted shades of the carpet and fabric-covered acoustic wall panels.

         Strolling to the front row, the two apostles looked forward to seeing their own new church chairs with their names scripted tastefully on the backrest, but otherwise denoting a pure spiritual humility in that the chairs were identical to all the others.

         They had learned this from the Master, who had decided it best to no longer sit in His huge and decorative platform throne but down among the little people in a regular chair. And His new chair was a regular chair like all the rest, of course, except for being gold-plated, just a tad larger, with His name embossed, and with special wiring and comports to facilitate better communication and access to His laptop.

         The usual comforting din of low voices and polite conversation had ceased momentarily as the two great men took their seats on either side of the big chair in the center of the first row like all the rest. Church was about to begin. All was in good order.

         The church song leader and choir director strode to the front. Also known as Pastor of Music, he was beaming. Some thought it was because his new contract increased his salary to match that of the top 5% of mega church song leaders and choir directors across the land. But others whispered something about a new friend. The congregation had always admired his polished taste in manner and clothing, as well as his unashamed emotive expressions and being able to cry so easily at the moving of the Spirit. He always worked very hard at putting forth an excellent expression of taste and unity toward the outside community. He handpicked and/or created the choir robe fabrics, wall hangings, platform arrangements (though he abhorred the term “platform”), and all else associated with his music and performance. He believed that God deserved the very best and was thankful for the generous monetary outlays which allowed him to give God the very best.

         At last, the moment that everyone anticipated had finally arrived—the time had come for the church members to stand in place among the rows of new chairs. The joy was palpable. There was a kind of hush all over the church.

         Within seconds all was quiet. All children below the age of thirteen had long since been tucked away out of sight in Sunday school rooms and all the precious little toddlers and infants in their Sunday best were ensconced in the large permanent cry room and nursery far in the back. Amid the dignified and inspirational silence, the church lights were dimmed, and the low opening strains of introductory live instrumental praise and worship music commenced. Since only standing was allowed during praise and worship, trying out the new church chairs would have to wait. Thankfully, though many were tempted, every single person in the congregation continued standing and no one gave in to temptation, though many were sorely tried.

         Some were visibly saddened on this momentous day because the Master would not be in attendance. If only He could be here! Instead, and much more important, He had a church business meeting in Jerusalem regarding the purchase of a new plot of land near the old city of David to build a new satellite church facility including extensive grounds for multipurpose use in sight of the Temple Mount. Among the attendees of the church business meeting would be highbrow Sadducees and high-level temple priests who had no little concern at such a radical-appearing move of the young upstarts. They were especially concerned about the large parking lot and the effect on traffic flow, not to mentioned further strain on the local Gihon Spring water supply. But Christianity must prevail, of course, regardless of such outright persecution.

         Praise and worship had finally ended. After almost an hour of standing and singing, some with arms raised, most congregants were ready to take a rest and try out the new chairs. After resisting temptation for so long several people hesitated. But those who sat instantly felt the difference! The new chairs were a hit! Although the previous padded pews had been quite comfortable, the padding in the new chairs was better, and even more relaxing. Some of the older church members were sad at the loss of their favored pews, but the pews were deemed much too “churchy.”

         Though not nearly as dignified as the stately old state-of-the-art padded pews in muted taupe, the new shade-of-gray padded metal folding chairs represented well the new freedom everyone was feeling—the chairs lightened the mood and helped bring the local church into the twentieth century. Of course, the chairs had to be fastened together in clearly delineated exact rows with perfect spacing and placement. But unlike the former pews, these new chairs were not bolted to the floor. That particular fact alone was an obvious unspoken cry of freedom and spiritual liberty.

         The brand new chairs, like each congregant, illustrated very well the clear New Testament concept that freedom of spiritual expression should be greatly encouraged but never allowed to go so far as to affect controlled unity, church uniforms, or correct and proper attitude and decorum. Though such facts were much appreciated by those of the older generation, they would have to understand that church must be brought closer to the original model, though even many young adults were concerned that change was happening too fast. But they appreciated the freedom to dress down somewhat and be more comfortable.

         Some of the younger men actually got together beforehand and made a pact, vowing to bring the church into even greater liberty by no longer wearing neckties with their business suits. Though applauded on one level, these boat-rocking young men knew that such a radical move would cost them when unpaid entitled staff positions became available. And they could forget about church valet parking without a considerable increase in gratuity. Such is the cost paid by spiritual pioneers.

         It was now time for the preaching to start. The Lord had left the Apostle Peter in charge, of course, as He always did when He was on the road. The Apostle Peter was noted for being the first among equals and relished his place in the pecking order. As the Lord taught, the big man was to be addressed by his title and never his name, hold his head high, and walk in the dignity of his office. And unlike the religious Pharisees who insisted on wearing specialized ecclesiastical clothing, the Apostle Peter, as did the other apostles, dressed instead in the simple attire of mere business executives and CEO’s.

         Being second in command to God was certainly okay under such circumstances. The Apostle Peter celebrated the day by wearing a brand new blazer with a new gold “key” motif on the front, designed specifically for him by the Pastor of Music and fashioned by a local tailor who had also received the contract to make the choir robes, special singer costumes, and general performance attire.

         Then, exactly on cue, with the Apostle John looking on (who was also looking forward to the day when the Apostle Peter would get promoted to Senior Pastor of the new satellite church so he could have his own opportunity to preach on such occasions when the Master left town on important church business), the Apostle Peter arose from his humble new front row padded church chair and strode toward the huge handcrafted wood pulpit atop the platform, climbing each step with dignity and decorum, his head held high, a servant to all.

         It had taken him years to get the smell of fish off his hands.

         © 2013 by RJ Dawson. All Rights Reserved.   

Posted on May 25, 2013, in Current Events and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.

  1. Great illustration! I never have been able to get the smell of fish off my hands. Maybe that’s because I still fish often and sometimes for men! Be blessed. Fisherman Tom

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  2. Makes you wonder who the Pharisees are, doesn’t it? Well said! Sadly, too many in the Church seek the form and not the substance.

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    • Thank you! Gotta watch out for those wolves that look like sheep. Form is often the substitute for substance. All praise to our Father who continually leads the league in patience.

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  3. Spot on! We must fall on our faces and repent for what we have made of His Church–His Bride.

    Blessings,

    Susan

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    • Thanks, Susan.

      It’s one thing to be ignorant, or to do early on what we’ve been taught, thinking we’re doing right. But once we get the big idea…

      It will be tough at the judgment for all those so-called Christian leaders who have refused to move with the cloud, who really like their non-New Testament church formats and models, and all the rest of man’s traditional garbage that the Lord never had anything to do with, and who absolutely insist on false doctrine and dead structure.

      Any Christian with any ability to hear the Lord knows that the real Lord Jesus is all about LIFE and JOY and FREEDOM and SPIRITUAL LIBERTY and is the coolest guy any one could ever know. It is my studied opinion that He has to be the first Person bored to the point of one of those giant rebukeathons He is so famous for. We must clean out the temple the way He cleaned out the temple and rid ourselves of all the dead nonsense fake Christians are so famous for, and allow for His real LIFE and LOVE to flow.

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  4. Yvonne Maria Isabella Wick

    Way to go! Move over Frank Peretti!!!

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  5. Have you read “Pagan Christianity” about how the church thrones originated in the pagan temple and were brought into the Christian church by Constantine, along with the robes and the raised platforms? The Pagans used these things to give the congregation a sense that the leaders were gods. Makes you wonder just who is the object of worship now…

    Peace be with you,
    Sister Olive

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    • I think I did read that, a few years ago. If I remember right, the book is very heavily footnoted and referenced.

      Regarding church thrones, etc, I had already been aware that so many pagan and cultic practices had invaded Christianity in general, and that it amazed me that so few recognized such, or cared to, and still do not. I write about a lot of these things in my book, Real Christianity. I refer to them as “platform thrones,” and even titled a section, “God Never Promised Us A Platform Throne.”

      The obvious majority of history’s and today’s “churches” continue to incorporate the exact model Constantine used. His original model and format served as a bridge from the pagan and cultic to what became “official” Christianity. Of course, it looks nothing like the Lord’s model whatsoever.

      Thanks a lot for your comment, Olive. Be blessed.

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  6. Really, really effective presentation RJ. It often amazes me what we’ll do under the guise of “giving our best” to afford ourselves unnecessary luxuries and juice our ego (edging God out). You provide much needed inspiration to cause me to reflect on the words, “we are here to serve, not to be served.” Thanks good friend.

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    • Thanks Mike. I do appreciate your kind words. It seems illustrations always work best.

      Though I used to wears suits and ties to church all the time, and have no problem whatsoever with those who do, I often thought it was kind of weird. You never know your church mates until you see them wearing regular clothes instead of their church uniforms. And this goes for religious attitudes as well. And even when I wore suits and ties all the time I used to picture a funny skit or movie short someone might do, in which the Lord and His disciples were all wearing suits and ties, with the sandals and beards as usual. It would put things in perspective. Of course, I was also taught that facial hair was not holy and indicated a lack of righteousness… Who comes up with this garbage?

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