My sister and I were talking the other day about our special “spots” for talking with Jesus. I told her with confidence that if I go to my spot, sit relaxed and ready to listen, I feel the presence of the Holy Spirit. She agreed that was also her experience. Then we asked, “Why do we wait so long?”

Our conversation was significant as I read Matthew Chapter 22 in which the king has prepared a wedding banquet for his son. He sent invitations to all those close friends and relatives. They all declined. They all had duties or events that had to come first.

There a several “sermonettes” I could develop from this parable, but I’m keeping close to how it applies to my failure to run to the chair and meet the Master.

A SIDE STORY: I had a puppy named Buttons who made his own rule for his safe spot. We had a low-seated wooden rocker. I think buttons began making that his safe spot when we turned on the vacuum. Not sure. I know if/when he smelled trouble of any kind, he took a dash to jump on the rocker which responded as a rocker is designed to do. Rocked him, soothed him, comforted him.

One day he was across the street. I called for him to come back. He didn’t. He started to cross another street. Karen was here. She called, “Buttons, you get in your chair.” He came right into the house and went to the chair – obedient and safe.

Hum. There’s a lesson here someplace. If I would go to my chair, maybe I would find it.