Yesterday on stage, during the first service, I looked down and saw this older man waving at me during White Flag.

For a moment I thought he was simply #WorshipDancing but soon realized he was honestly trying to get my attention. So in my talking setup for the bridge I stared right at him and delivered my mini-sermon so he would stop waving, and maybe find Jesus in the process. 🙂
He smiled and lifted the cross lifted it high lifted it high.
Right before the end of Oceans, about 17 minutes into the worship set, he started pointing at me, whispering to his friend, and nodding.
“He must be telling his friends how amazing I am. They must be whispering how truly connected to God they must feel because of my great and mighty leadership.” I obviously assumed.

Walk off stage.
Service finishes.
Walk out to lobby.
There he is. About 45 feet away.
Maybe 46.
But in 2 seconds he was about 16 feet away. And waving again.
A smile as big as the Atlantic.
When he was about 3 feet away I said…”HEY MAN!!! How are you?!!!”
To which he replied…”I’m good. Excuse me…”, as he continued walking past me.
I looked behind me and there was my drummer and bass player.
WHO JUST HAPPENED TO BE AT THE EXACT ANGLE BEHIND ME ON STAGE FROM WHERE THIS MAN WAS STANDING.
He was never waving at me.
He was never discussing with his friend how amazing I was.
He was never sprinting across the lobby to tell me how much he appreciated me.
He was obviously amazed at the rhythm section of the band.
As he should have been.


So I looked up, smiled, and went back to shaking strangers hands who should be way more impressed with God than they ever should be with me.
It’s better that way…
Los