taxi Taxi.

While trying to get from a meeting to a show on Wednesday, I hopped into a cab for the 5 minute ride from Chicago ave to millennium park. I told the cab driver where I was going, he started the fare, and immediately started singing a hymn.

He told me that I looked like a wise woman and that I should pick up my bible and read the chapter of John and his chapter on being born again. He urged me to seek the waters of redemption and bathe in them. I listened as much as I could. I had no time to have a discussion about religion, I was already late.

As he was “speaking the gospel to me” I saw in his face, faith shining underneath all the cracks of his zealotry. That and his fervent need to let me know that I am going to hell if I don’t repent and wash my sins away.

I stopped judging and watched instead of listened. He was so sure I was taking it all in. He’s eyes were filled with so much emotion! It was as if he was telling about this great love that he had found or some restaurant I just had to try!

I thanked him, paid him, and as I ran to the show realized that even that was beautiful.