Creatures of habit we are, we are. Nowhere can this be observed more clearly than on the Lordsday with regards to the seating of the saints during worship. Now, I've been abundantly blessed to have grown up as a son of the Covenant and I've attended a number of congregations while doing so and while being married. And one thing that a person becomes acutely aware of is that one doesn't mess with a person's, or a family's, staked out plot of seat(s) in a worship sanctuary! Those seats become, in most minds and congregations, eternally fixed in the created order and are by their very nature sacrosanct, holy, set apart. As my wife would say, this is "functional fixedness" naked and unadorned.
It must be said that this really is lamentable among God's people, and we should be up for battling this tooth and nail inside the Bride and her local congregations. Why, you may ask, would I say such a thing? Well, apart from the fact that the "performance" seating arrangements in most churches encourage such behavior, I say such a thing because to intentionally, or habitually, continue to sit in the same seats/section week after week, with little or no exposure to other believers in your church, is detrimental to the genuine fellowship and agape of the
whole local congregation. Spiritual atrophy will begin to be the norm. The status quo (as I read recently, is Latin meaning "the mess we are in") will become the rhythm of the lives of God's chosen people. Maturity in the Spirit's fruits will wane and diminish in general, and soon the idea of “love” becomes only a nice, sentimental platitude to be dissected, sermonized, and stared at until Jesus comes again. Most importantly though, hovering above all that, is that we won't be actively portraying, nor living, as Christ's unified Body. Rather, we will display to one another – 52 times a year no less – that we really believe we are merely disconnected, autonomous body parts floating about in the seas of Anonymity and Isolation.