17 October 2015

Listen and Silent - Conversations in a Diner

Greetings Dear Reader,

I am out having breakfast as I write this today.  My favorite waitress is fussing at the cook.  Another is worried that her life is not going as she wishes.  Two elderly gentlemen next to me are discussing the Jumble.  One of them lives in chronic pain and tells about his progress each week when we dine together.

Most of the time I eat here alone.  It gives me a chance to listen.  It gives me opportunity to pray for and be good to people who will talk out loud to each other about their woes.  They presume that the booth gives them anonymity.  It gives me opportunity to be someone who cares just by listening.

I would challenge those of you who pray to go out there and listen.  Hear the snippets around you and pray for the people you do not know.  Take the opportunity give to someone who cannot repay you.  Take the opportunity to use your faith to make a difference that they may never know.

Johnny’s Café – John Fischer

Wasting the day down at Johnny’s Café,
All kinds of people there with plenty to say,
If you got nothing to say to folks at Johnny’s Café,
You got nothing to say at all.

Walk in any day and you’ll find a slice of life at your table;
One man leaving his wife another wishing he was able,
An old man trying to forget a young one looking for a label,
And the stories they tell you can’t tell if they’re true of they’re fable.

And the lady pouring coffee she knows the regulars by name.
If she doesn’t know you she calls you “honey” just the same.
And we all love to hear it,
Even if she has to fake it,
‘Cause it’s nice to think that someone really cares;
Someone cares.

Go spend the day down at Johnny’s Café,
All kinds of people there with plenty to say,
If you got nothing to say to folks at Johnny’s Café,
You got nothing to say at all.

Half a mile down the road you’ll find a church with a steeple.
And on Sundays the pews are full of well-dressed beautiful people.
There’s a leading politician whose wife is musician in the choir.
A corporation head who is trying to get a little bit higher.

And the preacher pouring sermons he knows the regulars by name.
If he doesn’t know you he’ll shake your hand just the same.
And we all love to hear it,
Even if we have to fake it,
But it would be nice if someone really cared;
Someone cared.

Go spend the day down at Johnny’s Café,
All kinds of people there with plenty to say,
Now if Jesus were here I think we’d find him today down at Johnny’s café.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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