Is it the spot that’s sacred or the bench?

Centennial Lakes Park
Edina, Minnesota
August 18, 2025

Park benches have legs. As in—they tend to get up and move from time to time. There are a few locations I frequent where benches I previously used for park bench prayer are no longer in their original spot. They’re usually only 10 to 20 feet away, so I am able to keep track of which benches I have and have not used. But all these park benches wandering around made me question, “Is it the location that’s sacred or the bench itself? Do I need to reuse that bench now that it’s in a different place? How far does the bench have to move before I would feel compelled to pray there again?” Two experiences helped me finally solidify the answer to these questions.

One particular bench at Centennial Lakes Park in Edina, Minnesota, was moved a considerable distance from the spot where I had originally used it for park bench prayer. When I ultimately reused that park bench, while appreciating the different view, I discerned I needn’t have come back to that bench. It had already been sanctified five months prior. Several months after this experience, I noticed new park benches installed around a senior living center, replacing existing benches. Since these were not the same benches I had used previously for park bench prayer, I felt a strong need to pray there again. Mystery solved. The sacred space is the park bench itself.

My one exception

Weeping willow trees are my absolute favorite tree. You don’t see a lot of them around anymore, but there is one weeping willow at Centennial Lakes with Adirondack chairs under it. One day when I was there for park bench prayer, I noticed someone had moved the chairs under the weeping willow and positioned a park bench in that spot instead. Omigosh, yes—I absolutely MUST pray there! It was a gorgeous summer evening. The branches of the weeping willow drooped down far enough I could reach up and touch them from the bench. I adored God through His creation, and I was wrapped in His immense love.

That day was the one and only day I have ever seen a park bench under that weeping willow tree. The Adirondack chairs have been moved back by park employees. Yet to this day, every time I walk by that spot, I see the space under that beautiful tree as sacred.

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