Not long ago a newspaper reporter did an experiment. He had a concert violinist play classical music at the edge of a subway ramp. The violinist is perhaps the best alive. The music he played was written by the best composers that have ever lived.
A week after the experiment, people dressed their best and filled a nearby concert hall paying over $100 per seat to hear him play this same music.
So what do you think happened on the subway?
People rushed by him as if he were an annoyance or worse, a threat.
I am becoming frustrated, and I am wondering if you are one of these people.
You have known about me, prayed about me, dreamed about me for your entire life, and yet, we are not together. I am something better. I am your promise, your hope, your fulfillment. I really do exist. I am in this world with you. I have sought you, longed for you, waited for you.
But you remain elusive. What is the problem sweetheart?
I am right here.
Don’t rush by me.