Matt Coker | @MatthewSCoker
There is one thing in my life, that, no matter how hard my day has been, how much stress I’ve gone through, how much time I’ve spent running around in this rat race of a world, can comfort me and make the chaos disappear: my chair.
Oh, it’s not just any chair, it’s a big, comfy chair. I’ve had a big, comfy chair in my room ever since seventh grade. Sure, I’ve had different chairs, but they are always big and comfy.
I’ve always had a chair because my family works in radio and we had “trade” with a furniture store (basically, trading the store’s services for advertising on the radio).
But, now that my wife and I are on our own, we have to pay for everything. I was holding on to the last chair I got via trade for as long as I could. It’s lasted about two years before the constant use and weight from my big behind finally broke it.
So, we had to save up money. As my chair lay broken underneath me, I still sat in it, for lack of another chair, but eventually, it was too broken and had to be dumped. We had my other chair ordered, but it wouldn’t arrive until the end of the month, so my chair spot was occupied by this wooden, barely cushioned chair that came with our first apartment.
I could sit in my previous chair for hours without getting uncomfortable, but this crappy wooden chair was so hard and hurtful to my bum, that I had to get out of it about two or three times a hour. It was just uncomfortable to stay seated for so long. I was no longer satisfied, no longer complacent in that chair.
At the time, this helped me to realize something big. I realized that I had become very apathetic in my faith. I was saved, I prayed, I read my Bible, but that’s where it stopped.
I never put my faith into action. I was content to sit in my big comfy salvation and never get off my butt to help others! Part of it was fear, part of it was selfishness, but a lot of it was just laziness.
I’m currently very frustrated with my home church. I mean, pretty much everybody in every church jokes that 10% of the people do 90% of the work when it comes to volunteering in programs, but that didn’t used to be the case in my church several years ago.
There were times when we almost had too many volunteers! But now, it seems like the same handful of people are trying to volunteer for everything because no one else will step up.
I mean, we couldn’t even put on a Vacation Bible School for the kids of the community last year because we had no volunteers for it.
I understand people have lives and are busy, but how many of us are feeling that tug on our heart to help minister to others, to use the talents God gave us, or just to have a servant heart, and we just ignore it?
I know a handful of people, including my in-laws and the guy who leads the Celebrate Recovery program I volunteer for, who seem to be heading up everything, even starting up new things, desperately trying to get people involved, with little-to-no help.
I’m honestly jealous of their ability to not get discouraged and give up. I don’t think I’m at the point yet where I could have that kind of determination.
They do what they feel God asks them to do, even if no one else shows up. That’s dedication. That’s devotion. That’s faith in action.
I pray that their fire rubs off on the rest of the congregation.
I do volunteer for a few things at my church, but I’ll admit, I still have a big comfy chair at home that I struggle to get out of some days. But I’ve made commitments, and because I made them, I don’t break them.
But I’m sure that if I start to get too lazy again, God will have me break this chair too, as a reminder.