I have been so blessed in my speaking and writing career that when I sit down and examine it I feel like one of the luckiest guys in the world. Freedom is a precious word and the more I look at these past forty plus years I am amazed at the freedom that I demanded for myself and the abundant freedom I was granted. When you are in business sometimes you might get the idea that everyone is your boss but with my career if I didn’t like how a client behaved I would simply move on to a new client. There seemed to be an inexhaustible source of them just waiting for a call.
I have four thick books of testimonial letters from clients and as I read many of them I realize that there was something other than me going on out there in those performances. I say this with humility. I was just not as good as some said. There were times when people in an audience heard a different message than the one I delivered. There were moments where there was a sort of healing going on with members of the audience that was way far above my possibilities. I eventually learned that if I could get my big fat ego out of the way and let good things happen they really did. Often the audience reactions were far above the quality of what was being delivered. I wasn’t that smart, or funny, or inspiring, or skilled or handsome or whatever. God knew that, and I think He intervened many times just out of pity or mercy or perhaps He just figured the people and the occasion demanded something special. Or maybe it was just because I had asked for help.
Perhaps we should ask for God’s help more often. And in my case after I ask for help I should learn how to listen; really listen because as I look back on things there probably were a great number of answers I did not hear because I was talking too much.