Ok, I'll admit, Scott and I are a bit recluse. When it comes to socializing we just aren't that great. So when our choir director called the other day to ask us to host a couple of kids from a California Baptist College, well I really didn't know what to say. I was put on the spot. So I said I would check with Scott, knowing full well what he would say. See I've lived with him for 27 years.
So here it came, the speech about being a private person and not wanting people he didn't know in the house and all about how he has trouble communicating with people he doesn't know. I knew all of this and I'm pretty much the same way, but deep inside there was a sense of wanting to stretch a bit, or going into the unknown, the social unknown. So I calmed him down and we decided that we would try this.
Now with great apprehension we waited for the day, last friday to be exact. We went to the concert and watched the kids sing and play in the orchestra. Searching through the bunch and trying to imagine which ones were going home with us. There was a very tall guy in the back row, I just thought man we'd need a long bed for that one. There were several black guys there. One in the back row was very large. I thought whoa he needs a big bed. Here I was sizing them all up for beds, like an undertaker eyeing people for coffins.
We waited after the concert for them to tear down the risers and change their clothes, then we all gathered in the sanctuary and waited to be called and matched with our guests. They gave out all the girls first and then started in on the guys. Scott said he felt like he did in high school waiting to be picked in PE. He was almost always the last to be picked. Not a good feeling. So we were finally called and we got this little skinny guy with glasses and another whom was still busy cleaning the dressing rooms, so once again we waited. Ok we were told we were waiting for David Newman and everyone seemed to think he was quite a hoot. These kids had been out on the road for 2 1/2 weeks and staying in people homes all along the way and paired up differently each night I suppose. So finally after almost everyone has left our thin friend Bobby, went to get David and low and behold he was the large black kid in the back row. And quite funny indeed.
They told how at one town they ended up in the morgue for about an hour, I guess the guy who was keeping them worked there. And then there were the older people who acted like they had never been very close to a black person before and asked if his people liked mustard? And they wanted to snap pictures of them all together on and on. Of course it was much funnier when he told it. And as you can see I had to get a picture also. I'll probably be in his next comedy routine. But thats ok because Scott and I learned and stretched and actually had a good time.
Oh, Bobby came from Texas, didn't know where he was or what day it is. He said he just gets on the bus when they tell him to. He is a freshman and plays the trumpet. And David came from California orignally and I think is a junior. Many blessings to them both and our prayers are with them.
