I watched Rob walk completely passed our booth, stop further down the street, and turn around. He walked straight to where I was sitting and quietly strumming my guitar behind our booth. One of the clearest moments of God drawing an individual to our booth.
"Can I play you a song?" He asked, sitting down in the camping chair next to mine.
"Sure" I said, glancing at his red, dilated eyes, "did you write it?"
"Yeah" he shrugged "it's an original."
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He proceeded to play me an emotional song with no lyrics. Honestly, I feared my guitar would break under his passionate playing.
"Cool" I said when he had finished, "What were you thinking about when you wrote that?"
"It was right after my dad died 3 years ago." He replied, "And I thought I was going to marry this girl, but she left me. Can I play you another one?"
"Sure," I said, silently telling myself "It's just a guitar... it's just a guitar ... he's worth more."
Rob played another passionate song. Also lyric-less, also about a girl leaving him.
"Can I play you a song, Rob?" I asked.
"Oh yeah," he answered.
I played the song, which had played in my head all day. The song I had played when Rob walked passed and then turned around to come to our booth.
I have a Maker
He formed my heart
Before even time began
My life was in His hands
Chorus:
He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And He hears me when I call
I have a Father
He calls me His own
He'll never leave me
No matter where I go
I looked up after the song to see Rob leaning forward in his chair, wiping his eyes, and asking me if I still know the man this song is about.
"Do you know this man?" he asked a second time. He needed to know who I was singing about. I could see it in his face.
Shocked, I paused, "...it's Jesus, Rob. I didn't write this song, but the composer who did is talking about Jesus..."
After another pause, "Have you heard of him before? Can I tell you about Jesus?"
I shared the gospel with Rob, that this 'man' who I had sung about came to earth to die for him. He shared an out-of-body experience he had with me, which he identified as the afterlife.
Rob and my conversation ended like so many conversations ended that day. "I'm glad that path to heaven works for you, Anna, but it's just not mine."
Before parting ways, Rob let Barb and I pray over him and write our contact information on a tract. Planting seeds takes patience, I guess. But I know one thing ... Jesus led Rob to our booth that day.
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