Scoot over to a new seat

Someone was sitting in our pew on Sunday. Just one man in a pew all to himself.

Blaming life and lack of sleep, we haven’t been using our pew much in the past months. It’s good to know someone else is polishing the wood and it doesn’t go cold from lack of use.

It might be a Lutheran thing, but I feel almost “entitled” to my seat at our small church. Not really assigned but it feels odd to sit somewhere else.

I suppose we could have said hi, and asked him to scoot over. The poor guy probably would have been scared to death being invaded by three little blonds with their sermon reports and crayo...