About two months ago, I saw on Facebook that the band Green River Ordinance would be playing a concert at a small venue here. And since they call Cowtown home, they were planning to record this particular concert for a live DVD. I had just recently heard about GRO from a friend and enjoyed the songs I'd listened to, so I decided to purchase two tickets to the concert and live taping. I thought it would be a fun way to kick off December.
I knew it might be hard to find a friend who would be free on a Friday night in December, but I took my chances because I knew I didn't want to go alone. I talked to several friends about going, but in the end, none could go.
I decided I'd be brave and go alone tonight. I figured I'd know at least a couple of people who would be at the concert. So I got ready and went to the venue. During the time that I was trying to find a parking place, a tidbit of information that I'd learned earlier in the week about the venue came back to me: There are only a few seats at some tables; don't expect a lot.
As I got ready to walk across the busy street in front of the venue, my courage left. I realized that without a reserved seat, I would be on my own. I'd have to stand by myself or hope that I could find someone I knew. And I wasn't up for taking that chance or barging my way into a group. So I left and came home.
Since the tickets were relatively cheap and I wasn't a long-time follower of this band, I didn't grieve not going. Instead, I tried to figure out why I couldn't go to this particular event even though I've gone to plenty of other events on my own. I realized that I need a seat that I can call my own. A reserved spot, even just a small one, that I can call my own.
Thankfully, I don't have to worry about this when it comes to Heaven. Christ has gone to prepare a place for me, and I can take comfort knowing that I don't have to worry about finding a seat there.