Monday, June 30, 2008

Lessons for Life (Through an Old Man at the Airport)

For those of you familiar with Beth Moore, this is possibly a story you've heard before. Personally, this has been one of the most impacting illustrations on humility and obedience I have ever heard. I've read it countless times over the years and it never fails to challenge me. I know it is rather long, but I promise, well worth the read.

Taken from the book, Further Still by Beth Moore (shared with permission)


At the Airport in Knoxville, waiting to board the plane, I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had a marvelous morning with the Lord. I say this because I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you. You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise. Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons not the least of which is your ego.

I tried to keep from staring, but he was such a strange sight. Humped over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes that obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His knees protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones. The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy, gray hair hung well over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were long, clean but strangely out of place on an old man.

I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face. As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered that he was dead. So this man in the airport...an impersonator maybe? Was a camera on us somewhere? There I sat; trying to concentrate on the Word to keep from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served on a wheelchair only a few seats from me.

All the while, my heart was growing more and more overwhelmed with a feeling for him. Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man. I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall. I've learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen. And it may be embarrassing. I immediately began to resist because I could feel God working on my spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. "Oh, no, God, please, no." I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven and said, "Don't make me witness to this man. Not right here and now. Please. I'll do anything. Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience. Please, Lord!"

There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, "Please don't make me witness to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane."

Then I heard it... "I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush his hair." The words were so clear, my heart leapt into my throat, and my thoughts spun like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No-brainer. I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, "God, as I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man. I'm on this Lord. I'm your girl! You've never seen a woman witness to a man faster in your life. What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not redeemed? I am going to witness to this man."

Again as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write this statement across the wall of my mind. "That is not what I said, Beth. I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his hair."

I looked up at God and quipped, "I don't have a hairbrush. It's in my suitcase on the plane. How am I supposed to brush his hair without a hairbrush?" God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to walk toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: "I will thoroughly furnish you unto all good works." (2 Timothy 3:17)

I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I retell this story, my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies. I knelt down in front of the man and asked as demurely as possible, "Sir, may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?"

He looked back at me and said, "What did you say?"

I repeated, "May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?"

To which he responded in volume ten, "Little lady, if you expect me to hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that."

At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, "SIR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?"

At which point every eye in the place darted right at me. I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar than old Mr. Longlocks.

Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat, I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, "If you really want to." Are you kidding? I thought...of course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested in my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I could utter the words, "Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one little problem. I don't have a hairbrush."

"I have one in my bag," he responded.

I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on, hardly believing what I was doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair. It was perfectly clean, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things well, but must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa in such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands, remembering to take my time not to pull.

A miraculous thing happened to me as I started brushing that old man's hair. Everybody else in the room disappeared. There was no one alive for those moments except that old man and me. I brushed and I brushed and I brushed until every tangle was out of that hair. I know this sounds so strange, but I've never felt that kind of love for another soul in my entire life. I believe with all my heart, I - for that few minutes - felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had overtaken my heart for a little while like someone renting a room and making Himself at home for a short while. The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be God's. His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's.

I slipped the brush back in the bag and went around the chair to face him. I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knees and said, "Sir, do you know Jesus?"

He said, "Yes, I do." Well, that figures, I thought.

He explained, "I've known Him since I married my bride. She wouldn't marry me until I got to know the Savior." He said, "You see, the problem is, I haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and she's been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to myself, what a mess I must be for my bride."

Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand, was one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in details only He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget it. Our time came to board, and sadly, we were not on the same plane. I was deeply ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have accompanied him.

I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board, the airline hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She said, "That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Why did you do that? What made you do that?"

I said, "Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!"

And we got to share.

I learned something about God that day. He knows if you're exhausted, you're hungry, you're serving in the wrong place or it is time to move on but you feel too responsible to budge. He knows if you're hurting or feeling rejected. He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of temptation. Or He knows if you just need your hair brushed. He sees you as an individual. Tell Him your need!

I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way, all because I didn't want people to think I was strange. God didn't send me to that old man. He sent that old man to me.


John 1:14 "The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth."

18 comments:

Paula (SweetPea) said...

I have read this several times and it is truly an amazing story. It's not only a story of humility but of great obedience and of denying one's self for God's desire. I absolutely just love this story. I pray that in any similar situation that I too would put my self aside for God in such a way. You know in those times where you absolutely do not want to do something (like Beth) but do anyway.

Holy bumps every time I read this.

Thanks for the reminder.

Cheryl said...

Tracy,

I've heard this story before, but it is such a great one.

Thanks for posting it today.

Cheryl

Becky said...

I've never read that story...but it's beautiful. I got all choked up reading it.

It reminds me of how my mom used to go visit my grandma once a week with the express purpose of keeping her nails on her hands and feet nicely groomed since at 90, she could do it no longer due to her athritis. It meant the world to my grandma to not have to feel embarrassed of her hands and feet at her doctors appointments and such.

lori said...

I've read it before and it never ceases to hit me in the heart...I get tears and all! I'm so thankful that you posted this today as a reminder...
I needed that reminder today!
peace,
lori

Kelly said...

I remember either reading this story or hearing Beth tell it on tv..maybe on Life Today. It totally gives me chills...whenever you have God speak to you like that and you know it's Him...there's nothing better in the whole world then to be able to obey Him and do what He is asking. Even at the risk of looking foolish. Thank you for sharing this story today, it is so powerful!
Blessings,
Kelly

elaine @ peace for the journey said...

One of my favorites, also. I wonder what it is about this real-life event that tugs at our heartstrings so much?

Beth tells a powerful witness through this story, but if I stop short of moving beyond the story to allow it a change in me, then that's all it is...

a heart-tugging story.

I want my heart to tug similarly. To be of service to my King--not because others are doing it, but because his love compels me to do so. And therein lies the rub.

True love. Agapao love. Love that moves into action because action is the outgrowth of a profound, holy filling.

peace~elaine

Natalie said...

I have heard that story before but I can't remember from who. I admire that courage and boldness! Such a testimony of faith.

Becoming Me said...

I had never read that before. What a powerful amazing story. I am shaken

Melanie said...

Wow, Tracy... what an amazing and touching story! I feel as if God sent that straight to me tonight. A message I think I've been needing to hear lately with some other things going on in my life right now. I'm so glad you shared it and so glad that I stopped by for a visit.

Julie said...

I heard this story a few years ago.

It moved me.

Thanks for stopping by my blog. I always love having visitors..

Julie

Cheryl said...

Tracy,

I think I should change my comments to blog approval. I just saw your comment on my post of 100 Things.

Isn't it funny how God works. I haven't read How we Love, but I'm going to get it.

When I did that post on 100 things I tried to be as "honest and as real" as I could for myself, as well as anyone who reads it. I thought it would be a good exercise since I don't like to talk about myself.

Thanks for responding. I also look forward to getting to know you better.

Be Blessed~
Cheryl

Tricia said...

What a wonderful story, I have heard it before, but not in a long time... it is very powerful, and so encouraging and comforting to know that we have such a precious and personal God!

Blessings!

Connie@Little Red Hearts From God said...

I heard Beth tell this story and now as I read it on your blog.. I still get chills...

it is so beautiful and reminds me of God's perfect will and what can happen when we are obedient..

thank you my sweet friend

love ya
Connie

Angie said...

Tracy--I remember sitting in a Bible study when she shared that (video session)...and I cried then...just as I am crying now. How God has met my needs over and over...and how I pray to be in His divine will...always seeking, questioning...wondering...."what do you require of me Lord?"...this was incredible. A perfect way to end my computer time tonight. Now I go to think on these things...whatsoever things are true,honest,just, pure,lovely, of good report, if there be any virtue --if there be any praise...think on these things...
You have laid it all out there!

Carol said...

This is one of my FAVORITE stories of Beth's. How awesome to be used by God in such an awesome way. I want to be that obedient!

alihsee said...

Oh goodness! Sitting here with tears on my cheeks.. what a fantastic story!

LynnSC said...

Oh yes... one of my favorites. I long to be that obedient to my Lord.

Powerful story. Love it.
Lynn

Shabby Olde Potting Shed said...

Tracy,
This is the first time I've ever read this story. I know it was no coincidence that I read this just now.
Thank you for sharing Beth's story
God bless you!
Lea