I rented a space in a city that I don’t call home.
I went online and invited people.
I said, “Hey, I’m going to be here at this time.”
“I’ll be doing my art for a little while.”
“Come if you want.”
7 people came.
Now, I want to be clear that I was INCREDIBLY grateful for every single person who came to support last night. (Thank you Karen, Minna, Matt, Yaritza, Kim, Kris, Mal, Claire, and Jimmy!) However, I would be lying if I didn’t tell you there was a twinge of disappointment at the turnout. But that twinge was quickly stifled by the absolute elation I felt when I thought about how in five, ten, or twenty years from now, when I’m speaking at a conference to thousands of people, I get to tell them story of my first ever independent speaking engagement in Jersey City, NJ when only seven people showed up.
I don’t say this with such certainty because I have some sort of egotistical view of my own abilities. I say it for two reasons…
One, because the hard part has already been done, I started. Once you wade through the awkward, queasy, vulnerable, and uncomfortable waters that is making art once, it becomes infinitely easier to do it a second time. You realize that even if your worst fear were to come true (like seven people showing up) it isn’t nearly as bad as you imagined.
And two, because I truly believe that “he who began a good work in you will carry it to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” Call me crazy, but I have a feeling that God’s not done with me yet as a speaker. I have a feeling that 7 people was not the final chapter, but only the prologue.
Who knows, maybe God’s not done with your project either. Maybe he’s just starting you off with seven people, so that in ten or fifteen years, you have an incredible testimony of what’s he’s done in your life.