In some countries, people hire placeholders to stand in line for them then call in time so they can exchange places. I have attended special dinners where a place card reserved a seat for me.
Since I’ve lived in the same home for several years, I believe that I have served as a placeholder in my neighborhood more than once. One family didn’t live in their house long, but their children came to a neighborhood Bible Club and accepted the Lord as their Savior. They were place holders for the next family that will eventually move in.
As a widow, how can I make a difference in my community? I become a proxy for the Lord by living a peaceful life, and setting a godly, moral example by not disturbing my neighbors. I can welcome new move ins with some goodies, and invite them to go to the church I attend.
My husband and I ministered in Japan to the US military as place holders for a younger couple whom my husband mentored. After my husband’s death, he assumed the pastorate.
The Lord blessed us by coming to this earth and becoming our place holder. He died in our place and said we weren’t to be troubled by what happens on this earth. Because, “In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also” (John 14:2-3).
What a wonderful placeholding promise.