Last night I had the good fortune to attend my SECOND Jimmy Buffett concert! It was fantastic. This year I went to the tailgating and hung out with my friend Bruce and his son, Sy. It was just what I needed to do: good friends, good eats and great music. If you haven’t ever attended a Buffett concert – it is a world of its own. It is more like a giant sing-a-along. Kid you not: 10,000+ people sing Cheeseburger in Paradise is amazing – and I am singing right along.
What really was cool were the folks next to us at the tailgate: they had a 1970 reburished volkswagon bus! The son owned it while in college, he unfortunately died a few years back and his mother wanted to get the bus from her ex-husband. To shorten this the bus had been sold to a number of people of which everyone one had the name, a phone number or address they sold it to, leading her to the final buyer in the United Kingdom. Yes, I said United Kingdom and yes they sold her the bus and it was shipped back to the sates. Yesterday was the one year aniversary of being back in the family. It was the most photographed in the tailgate area – everyone wanted their picture made with it.
And I wished that was how we treated our faith: being so alive and vibrant that people wanted to have their “picture” made with us, wanted to hear our story, we wanting to share our journey with them. Jesus sent out his disciples in pairs with only a staff, commanding them to take nothing else but the gospel, that they would be a witness to each other’s story and share it with all they come in contact.
When was the last time you were only equipped your story? I challege not only you but myself as well to do so –