I try not to be a judgmental person. Sometimes it seems impossible to view someone without some level of bias however.
When my son started playing the guitar back in September, I didn’t think anything of it. After a few months of lessons, I heard him play and thought he was decent, but still a dabbler at best.
And when he was asked to be part of the worship team, my inclination was to try and talk him out of it, because there was no way he could hold his own with the band.
Not only did he hold his own, my son is now part of the worship team.
It happened again this morning—its actually happened more than once in my life…
This morning’s keynote speaker was not something to look at in appearance. In fact, when we passed each other in the hallway before the main session, I wouldn’t have given him a second thought if it weren’t for the microphone attached to the side of his head.
And when he stepped on the stage I thought to myself that I should have skipped the morning main session and slept in.
It’s not like he looked messy or geeky. He just had an unassuming appearance to him—almost homey or outdated. I mean the guy had a comb-over going on.
When he started to speak.
He was powerfully bold and his message was clear.
Power. Boldness. Clarity.
I was deeply moved by his message. His message was one of the best of the conference.
It was a pleasant surprise.
I hope I keep getting pleasantly surprised in this life.