“Your Life is like a Pizza. It could be Round, it could be Square.
But you’ll enjoy it most of all, when it’s something that you share.”-Unknown
As I was on my way back from a trip to the city, I decided to take an early dinner and stopped at a nearby CiCi’s Pizza. I sat down to eat my food and I begin to really think about how our life is like a pizza. You see, I believe like a pizza, everyone has those special ingredients that makes them unique. We all have special gifts, talents, and skills that we can offer to put the “extra topping” on our impact. Contrary to what many believe, these special abilities we have aren’t just for our own gain or benefit, we need to share what we have and help others by providing them with a slice of our love, leadership, and passion. As I was thinking this, I grabbed my pen and I was going to write a new article for the introduction of my new e-newsletter, but something else caught my attention……..
Before I could even write anything, I begin to hear this very subtle cry, almost in the form of a whisper coming from the back of the restaurant. I couldn’t quite see who was crying, so I got up from my seat and went to the back to get a refill of my soda. As I did, I noticed that the crying I heard was coming from a mom and her two teenage boys. Their plates of food untouched, their heads were down, and their tears ran from their eyes to the table and floor. As soon as I saw this, I thought about reaching out to them, but I was hesitant in fear of looking awkward and nosy. So, I went back to my seat and went to start again, but as soon as I tried to write, I felt such a strong feeling of conviction, as if my heart had been lassoed and was being tugged over and over again. I then composed myself, and walked over to their table, and said, “Ma’am, I couldn’t help but notice, but are you guys okay?” She looked at me with her tear-filled eyes and said, “My sons and I just got the call that their Father, my husband, has just passed away in the hospital.” As soon as she said this, I looked at the two boys and their mother and did everything I could do to maintain my professionalism and composure, but, despite my efforts, the tears were now running down my face. I asked the Mom and two sons if I could pray for them right then, she responded brokenly, “Pray, please, pray.” We took each other’s hands right there in the restaurant and I begin to pray that God would unite their broken pieces, that He would be the Father to these Fatherless, and restore them with peace and comfort, and overwhelming assurance. It was a short prayer, but for those very few moments, I can tell you that there is NO other place in the world I would’ve rather been, for the presence of God was so evident and so heavy, that you could feel Him right there in our midst. And suddenly, you could see the Hope once again restored in their eyes! And folks, that is worth everything!
You see, we go to restaurants because we’re physically hungry, but how much greater is the hunger of those who are spiritually starved? As leaders, we must realize that People are Hungry for a Difference, Craving for a Change, and Starving for an Impact, the question is who will be willing to Feed them? Yes sir, Life is like a Pizza, because we have so much to share with those who are hungry, but how much are we willing to share? Today, I went to get a bit to eat, but instead I caught a Glimmer of Hope. What filled me today wasn’t the pasta, the pizza, or the salad, but instead, it was The Power felt at a Pizza Parlor! 🙂