Last year I was singing @ a small cafe in a local town here in MN. A man - who's skin looked rough as leather, hadn't shaven his grey beard for a while, and was missing 1/2 his teeth in front - came up to me and said, "Please don't be scared of me. I just wondered if I could buy your CD's?" I said sure. After all, I wasn't gonna deny CD sales.
Yesterday an old blue van pulled into my driveway. I didn't pay much attention to it...and then a knock on my door. A man (who looked much like I described above) was at the door, so I invited him in. He said he had heard me @ the small cafe last year and wondered if he could buy our 3rd CD. He loved the other 2 and didn't have that one. I said sure, but I'd have to run out to the shed to get it. So he followed me out there. I got him the CD and as he turned to leave he said, "You don't know how much your music means to me" in a cracked, broken-up voice...as if he was going to start crying. Then he said "I'm sorry" and turned to hurry away, embarrassed. I told him "have a good day" and went on my way back into my house...but I wish I would have invited him in to talk over some coffee....
It would be easy for me to just sell music and not take time to get to know the purchaser...but I hope to meet this man again so I can ask him "What DO these songs mean to you?".
And today I ponder: What if Jesus comes back like that?....