I had a nice little visit to the Apple store today. I love the drive to the Apple store. It’s very metropolitan. It’s not that I’m all googly over corporations. But lights and stores and cars and highways make me feel warm and fuzzy and homely. (James once told me my house was homely. He meant to say homey. A subtle nuance.)
Anyway, the computer system at the Apple store was down, so all their appointments were no longer in existence. So I had quite a wait. Which is actually pretty good news because I have a great excuse to touch everything in the store. I took my seat at one of the giant iMacs and salivated a little.
The Apple store attracts an eclectic group of customers. At the Personal Help table was a gaggle of cutie pie old ladies with their long bright pink finger nails and their iPads. They were bombing the handsome young salesman with questions left and right. Now, what does this button do? It was so sweet. I cried a little tear.
Across the table from me were two young men in their early 20s. They were clad in dark blue jeans, a big black T-shirt, crazy hair, piercings, gauges. The whole shebang. I could tell they were really good friends. Looking over at each other’s screens and cracking up. However, it took me a good ten minutes to figure out what language they were speaking. By the time I finally figured out that it was English, they had moved on to some song and dance.
Yes, you read correctly. Steve Perry’s voice came booming out of their hearts and their iMac speakers as their own voices followed along. DOOOOON’T STOP! BELIEEEEEVING! HOLD ON TO THAT FEEEEEEEELING!
I kept my eyes locked on the iMac in front of me, but it slapped a grin across my face from ear to ear. I couldn’t help it! I feel like I should have been annoyed. I don’t usually like loud. But I was so proud of them for taking punk to a whole new level. They weren’t trying to be obnoxious. They were just a couple of friends having a ball in the Apple store.
There aren’t many things that I admire more than authenticity. Someone who is just willing to be themselves, despite what the world wants (or doesn’t want) from them. It’s liberating to be with those kinds of people. Because when they aren’t putting up a guard to get your approval, you know that you can do the same. One of the many reasons why I love Jesus.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my not-so-hidden talent. Ask any of my roommates. I can take any situation and turn it into a spiritual analogy.
Grace and peace,