Report from Houston
I did play disc golf in my hat, but no one came by to say hello. I realize it was a longshot. I know the numbers were against me. It's a big world, and there's only just you and me.
So there I was in a little park in Houston with my goofy hat and my frisbees. I mean, c'mon, what are the odds that someone would actually have shown up?
As I left for the park, my wife asked if I thought anyone would be there. I tried to be nonchalant about it. "Nah, I just posted the notice yesterday. Someone would have to be IN Houston, AND read my blog, AND have enough spare time to go to a park to meet a stranger. No one will be there."
I knew all that, but when I got there I kept looking around to see if someone would come. I admit there was a small part of me that hoped someone would.
You know that feeling? The feeling you have when you know something isn't going to happen, but you keep hoping it will. You know you're being ridiculous, but you just ARE ridiculous. Whaddya gonna do?
So okay, no one made it this time. I'm not going to give up. Whenever I travel, I'll post a notice on the blog. I'll tell you where I'll be and when. I'll always wear something distinctive.
Probably the hat.
There's no guarantee that anyone will ever show up. I know that. It IS a big world, and I don't travel that much. I'm aware the odds are against me, and I'll be fine if it never works out.
But you never know. One of these days I'll be sitting in a restaurant, wearing my hat, and someone will walk up and say, "Are you the Preacher?"
And on that day we will break bread and pour out conversation, the sacrament of the ages. We will know and be known, a little bit.
I ask you, isn't this the essence and the feeling of faith?
Until then...
7:29:02 AM 
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