The Responsibility of Being Present

There’s a presence I’m responsible for.

Not because “I am”.

Not because I’m better than anyone.

Not because my challenges are unique.

My past? It’s typical.

No character. No honor.

Living for ego.

But every life has a path.

And I have a responsibility to live mine—because God needs it walked… then shared.

When your eyes are open, the energy in a room becomes something sacred.

You see humanity take shape.

Eyes find you—not because of who you are, but how you are.

How you stand. How you think.

And yes—how you dress and carry yourself.

Appearance can be shallow, but it also shifts perception.

And perception? It can start the conversation.

And the conversation—that’s where it happens.

That’s where relationships are built.

Where stories turn into lessons.

Where Jesus lives.

I’m not big on church buildings, religion, or politics.

But a story shared… a testimony heard…

even five honest minutes with a stranger—

That’s church.

Last night, at a prestigious beautiful church in downtown Dallas, I watched my favorite gospel family band, The Isaacs.

I was mistaken for a band member, Jason Crabb, even someone in the orchestra.

But the real moment? Two complete strangers came straight to me and shared their testimonies.

Both shook me.

That’s God.

It’s no longer my job to avoid church buildings or skip Sunday mornings.

It’s my honor to speak when He opens a door.

To brighten a day.

To offer a word.

To maybe—just maybe—save a soul.

Always humbled.

Always available.