

DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle-aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.
4 minutes later: The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
6 minutes later: A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
10 minutes later: A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.
45 minutes: The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.
1 hour: He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities.
The questions raised: in a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
When we read the Bible, we see God speaking to people over and over again. Was that just back then? Or does He still speak? Was that just when he was in a "Talking Mood"? What about today?
How do we hear the Lord speak to us? Pray…and come join us at CCF Sunday, September 6th and 13th as I teach a series called “Whispers. Hearing God!”
I am quite overwhelmed as I tell you about this quick story. It is fresh and meaningful.
Yesterday, we flew to Beijing and drove one hour north to New Day Creations. Here is their website: www.newdaycreations.com. This is a orphanage/factory/charity/business all in one. All of this done for the ultimate goal!
The orphanage was moving to say the least. All of the kids in this particular place are special needs. One had serious heart surgery yesterday! Another is about to be united with the family from Texas that will be adopting them...THIS AFTERNOON!! They will meet here this afternoon to take her back to the States. More later....
Listen to this. The New Day factory makes primarily things that you would but in a Christian bookstore. Figurines, stone and resin products with verses, etc. Local Chinese do all the work by hand. Every step. As I was walking through the factory I saw this:
What was so moving and special was that this is THE GIFT that my parents gave me for my ordination in April. It is sitting in our living room and is quite meaningful to me. It could have been made anywhere in the world, but it was made right here in this small factory in China that I visited this morning.
This is the only place that they are made and they are made specifically for Lighthouse Christian Products. The statue in my living room was made 500 yards from where I am writing this blog by the people I just met.
This may not sound like a big deal to you, but the feeling I had when I walked into this room and saw a man sanding one after another after another before sending them to be painted...it moved me to cry. I now attach this praying statue in my living room to my heart and prayer for the people of China!
This experience had deep spiritual significance for me!! God is stirring something....