Dear Bob Goff,
I wrote this after lunch today while attending the Mission Connexion conference in Portland.
I am so not coming to hear you speak at the conference tonight.
I’m a self-confessed conference junkie. Thrilled that you were coming to Portland, I marked my calendar, counting down the days.
But I’m so not coming to hear you speak.
My sweet Kingdom-minded friend Vicki Norris called me last night. She came up with the idea to have a group of women from her First Thursday barn gatherings go to Wendy’s shop in Sherwood, Oregon. Business has been slow for Wendy. Vicki invited a dozen women to pack out Wendy’s small shop, and to bless Wendy with business, prayers, dinner out, and maybe a few hugs.
But I told her, “No, I can’t go. I’m attending a conference.”
I thought, I can’t wait to hear Bob Goff, you know, the guy who wrote Love Does. I love that guy Bob. He’s the Ugandan Consul (except apparently he doesn’t know how to spell it). You know, Sweet Maria’s husband. The guy whose kids got twenty-nine responses to invitations to meet with world leaders. Heck, he makes up words like “jeepology” and probably “leapology,” too. He springs kids out of Ugandan jails like prizes out of a Cracker Jacks box. Bob is the 16-day-L.A.-to-Oahu Indiana Jones Navigator guy with an office on Tom Sawyer Island at Disneyland. Major-league cool!
Bob Goff makes me laugh. He makes me cry. He makes me think. He inspires me to not just sit around and chew Spearmint gum and talk about stuff, but to get out there and put sandal leather on the thing.
So this morning, I get a Holy Spirit whisper in my heart that grows minute by minute. Go bless that lady. And right now, a holy moment! A light bulb pops and smashes into a billion shards overhead. I’m joining those ladies and packing out her shop, blessing her with a $50 bill I came across in my wallet this morning, and possibly an enormous hug.
And so, in the end, I’m not coming to hear you speak. Because apparently love does.
P.S. I used to think I had to meet the brilliant author to get blessed by his Jesus, but now I know I can bless people with that Jesus myself.