I have plenty of stories. Stories from my past. Stories about my kids. Stories that I can’t tell because they are deemed confidential. But I don’t have any good stories featuring famous people. You probably do, though. You probably have several cool stories about how you were just roaming around Wal-mart, looked up, and saw Brad Paisley picking up some light bulbs or Celine Dion trying to find her cd’s in the bargain bin. Kenny Chesney is probably your cousin and you probably once got into a fight with Russell Crowe. You probably bring up these occurrences casually, like they are no big deal, like they happen all of the time.
They don’t; not to me at least. My semi-recent brushes with fame are fairly boring. See for yourself.
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1. Donald Miller. He tweeted something. I tweeted a reply. He tweeted back saying that it was his favorite reply of the day. Or something like that. It was the equivalent of the coolest kid in school and one of the nerds sharing a head-nod. The nerd thinks “Hey, this may be the start of a friendship.” The cool kid thinks, “Why did that nerd just nod at me?”
2. Bobby Bowden. I met him a few years ago when he was recruiting the son of a co-worker. I shook his hand. Other people seemed filled with joy while doing this; I was just hoping he had washed his hand after using the restroom. I also expected him to offer me a piece of hard candy because he is old and that is what old men do. He didn’t. I was disappointed.
3. Tony Campolo. I was eating at a Subway near the airport (and hoping that I wouldn’t smell too much like meatballs when I left) when he came in. I recognized him immediately, walked over to him, and told him that I had read a couple of his books and that I appreciated his work. He said, “Thanks. Keep the faith.” And then he left. I told myself that it was the long line that dissuaded him from eating fresh, but it may have been the overly friendly, freakishly big guy with the honey mustard stain on his shirt. When I got back to work and told a few people that I had met Tony Campolo, they said–“Tony who?” Which is probably what you are thinking, too. I warned you. Bor-RING!
4. Sonny Shroyer. That’s right! Yours truly got to meet Deputy Enos Strate from The Dukes of Hazzard. Remember, envy is a sin.
And that’s about it. I don’t have any amazing stories to tell about running in to famous people. I have something better.
I have a story about Jesus running to me.
When I was hopeless, helpless, and dead in my sins–He ran to me.
But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners,
Christ died for us.
I may not have good celebrity stories, but I have one about encountering the Savior. I hope you do, too. And I hope we share this story more frequently and with far more enthusiasm than we do the stories about seeing famous people in random places.
(Do you have any stories about running into celebrities? Do you have a story about Jesus running to you? Share away!)